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Daniel Seavey concussion

Hi guys! So, I've got so many nice comments telling me to keep writing so, her you go! Hope you enjoy!

Daniel's pov
I was running away from Zach because, we're acting like kids right now lol. I was running downstairs when I tripped and smashed my head on the wall and then on the floor. I heard Zach let out a blood curdling-scream. Then, I blacked out. Next thing I know, is I'm in hospital with a bandage wrapped around my head. I looked around and saw the boys with worry all over their faces. I smiled weakly at them and Zach held my hand in his. I looked into his soft, sad brown eyes. He looked into my tired, ocean blur eyes. "How are you feeling?" He asked me. "I have a terrible headache and I feel nauseous." I replied sighing sadly. "Thats normal for a concussion." Jonah said. "C-Concussion?!" I asked shocked. The boys nodded. "You can leave soon, the nurse is just getting the discharge papers." Jack said. I nodded and sighed sadly again. About 10 minutes later, we were leaving the hospital and heading back home. I still have a pounding headache and I still feel nauseous too. When we got home, I climbed out of the car and fell to my knees. "What's wrong?" Corbyn asked worriedly. "I see stars and I'm really dizzy." I replied looking up at Corbyn. Jonah picked me up, bridal style and bought me into the living room. He gently placed me on the couch. "Thanks, Jonah." I said and he smiled before going upstairs somewhere. I was still seeing stars everywhere. I could see that Corbyn was now sitting next to me. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He switched the tv on and puts 'The fault in our stars' on because, he knows I'll cry. (Sorry but, this movie is amazing. No matter how many times I watch it, I always end up crying.) Halfway through, I started hearing a really annoying, high-pitched ringing. "Corbyn, do you hear that ringing?" I asked him covering my ears but, I could still hear it. "Oh, that's your concussion." He said pausing the movie. "I hate this." I said annoyed. "Here, let's get you some rest." Corbyn said walking up to my room with me. He helped me lay down in my bed. Soon enough, I was fast asleep.

Corbyn's pov
Its been 3 hours since Daniel feel asleep. I decided to to and check on him. I walked upstairs and went into his room. "Daniel, are you ok?" I asked him, gently rubbing his back. He didn't respond so, I reapeted what I just said. He still didn't respond. I shook him and he didn't wake up. "Help!" I yelled terrified. I heard fast footsteps coming upstairs. The person entered and it was Jonah. "What's wrong?" He asked worriedly. "Daniel's not waking up." I said still terrified. "It's ok, he's unconscious." Jonah said after, checking his heartbeat. I breathed out a sigh of relief. Jonah rushed into Daniel's bathroom and grabbed a cold wash cloth. He gently placed it across Daniel's forehead. A few minutes Daniel woke up and I removed the wash cloth from his head. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Ok?" I asked him. "I feel the same." He replied sadly. "Concussions usually last for a few days." Jonah said. "Know it all." I said jokingly. He chuckled and nodded. I rolled my eyes playfully.

A few days later
Daniel's pov
I'm currently feeling much better. I no longer have a concussion but, I do have a loving, caring boyfriend. His name is Corbyn Besson. That's right, me and Corbyn are dating and he's the best boyfriend ever!

Heyyyyyyyy. Thx for just over 11k reads also, I can't believe that Jonah's 21! I'm dying from love! Byeeeeeee.