Celo

Chapter 6

CASEY

"Yes. I don't know."

Quinn's face contorted and he grabbed his head. "What happened?" I asked. 

"Kyle hit me with a mug."
"Do you think it's going to be okay Quinn?" 
"Ya, ya, I'll be fine. I've been worse." 
"Quinn I don't want to pressure you, I really don't, but are you sure that you'll be okay this time? I'm worried about you."

QUINN
I couldn't do it. As much as I wanted to I couldn't ask for help. It would make things worse and I knew it. It was better that she was the only one who knew. So I just hugged her. I didn't want to let go. Even though my head was throbbing and my chest was sore and my hand was aching I didn't want to let go. She pushed me off of her. 
"Quinn you're bleeding."
I lifted my hand to the cut. The minute my fingers touched my skin it stung. I pulled them away and they were covered in fresh blood. I roughly grabbed a handful of tissues out of the box on the table and stood to walk to the restroom. The minute I stood up my vision faded out again and my knees gave way and I was on my hands and knees with spots appearing and disappearing in my marred frame of vision. Casey was hastily picking up the blood covered tissues. All I could think about was the scene I was making, someone must've noticed.  Sure enough I heard the buzz of the announcement system coming on and I heard the distressed librarians voice from both the library and the speaker requesting that the nurse come.

I opened my eyes. I was lying on the cot in the nurses office. The nurse and Casey were whispering in the corner but the room was only about six feet across so I could make out parts of their conversation.

Casey was explaining how I fell of my bike on my way to school. God bless her. 

"Hi." I said hoping to intervene before a question came up that she couldn't answer. Both of them rushed to me.

"Honey bun how're we feeling?" The nurse was smacking her gum.

"I feel fine. I should probably get to class."
"You are not getting to anything young sir till we get a hold of your father."
"He's out of town." I knew that white lies would come back and bite me in the butt but I didn't know what else to say.
"He has a cellphone son, 21st century."
"Actually he's in Canada so he didn't bring his cell 'cause of international charges."

After lying my way through school policy I was released to go to class. By that time though my only remaining class was PE and the nurse and written me off that and school work for an entire month due to a concussion.

So I went to PE and sat on the bleachers planning what I was going to do that afternoon to keep the little brain function I had left from being bled out my ears by the likes of a cheese grater.

I decided that I would wait for the headaches to die down a bit more and then, maybe by friday, I would try to solve my problems from the source. I would try to sober up my family.