Dr. Styles
Hawks never came to meet me on the field, so I guess he was too preoccupied with volleyball. But Dr. Styles always requires two medics on hand at a game so I guess I'm going have to get a substitute.
I texted the AHI hotline for an emergency substitution and immediately got a response back that someone was on their way, all I had to do was wait and hope that nobody got hurt until someone else got here.
I was pretty close to the field, ready to run if something were to happen. So I could immediately run out and help a player as soon as they were on the ground.
It was taking long for a substitute to show up, so I was getting worried about another medic showing up.
There was some close calls for injuries, but they were able to get up and play it off. I made sure to watch those numbers in case they looked off while playing.
I quickly looked around my surroundings to see if I could find the substitute medic.
I look to my right: nobody.
I looked to my left, and far off into the distance I see a familiar set of navy blue scrubs attached onto a male with brown and bouncy curls.
I could notice those curls anywhere.
Dr. Styles.
It's not really a shocker that Dr. Styles came.
He loves this school. The school's colors just happen to be his favorite colors, orange and blue.
This is also why he wore his navy scrubs here, because he's supporting the school's colors and wearing his favorite color.
Just the fact that he came out here to support his favorite school in our program and to be the substitute medic, shows that he really cares for his program and the impact of health that he has on all the athletes we help.
Once Dr. Styles saw me, his face showed one of his signature smiles and then waved to all the people that were calling out his name in the stands.
I was just watching the way Dr. Styles interacted with everybody.
He was so happy and pleased, until he looked at me and showed a frightful face.
I barely began to think about what was wrong, until I felt multiple large objects crashing into me and sending me landing towards the hard asphalt of the track.
My head hit the asphalt as multiple people screamed out "Dr. K" but they sounded so far away, and the blackness just seemed to surround me, muffling their screams even more.
