Boy's POV.
"Hey man." The coach was snapping his fingers in front of my face, I blinked and rubbed my eyes, "You alright?"
"Um." I ran my hands over my blonde hair, "Yeah." I said slowly, unsure if I was actually okay,
"You need to see a doctor?"
"N...no. Just let me sit out for the rest of the game."
"You sure? You banged-"
"No." I said firmly, "I'm fine." I limped over to the bench. Ugh I do feel like crap. Maybe...no I'm fine. I'm sure after a nap I'll be fine. Sleep fixes everything.
I just hope I don't have a concussion.
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What's up, Buttercup?
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