“Is there something wrong?  Is it from your fall this morning?” she asked, a worried look on her face.

“I don’t know,” I said.  I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt off somehow, but I didn’t think it was from my fall.

“I’m glad everything’s okay now,” she said.  She smiled at me.  “You and Will…it’s probably the best thing that’s come out of this entire experience, don’t you think?  I mean…”

I couldn’t hear her then.  The pulsing escaladed into a pounding and my hands went to my head, like I could somehow stop it from coming in another wave, only stronger.  My vision blurred, blocking out the images before me.  The pain radiated through my head.  I felt my eyes close, but I couldn’t tell the difference because I still couldn’t see anything around me.

And then it stopped, just as suddenly as it came.  The pain in my head was gone and I could see Remy’s face above me.  I must have fallen back because I was lying on the ground.

“Reagan, are you okay?  What happened?” she said her voice shaking with anxiety, her hand on my forehead.  “God, don’t scare me like that!  I’ve already thought you were dead once today.  Don’t do it to me again!”

“I don’t know what happened.  I just had this major headache for few seconds, if you want to call it a headache, but then it just went away,” I said, sitting up.  A wave of dizziness came over me and I swayed slightly.

“You were like that for a couple of minutes, not seconds.  I didn’t know what was going on,” she said, her eyes tearing up.  “Do you think it’s from hitting your head this morning?  Maybe there’s something seriously wrong with your head.”

I didn’t hear the last thing she said, though.  I was still processing what she had just said.  How could the pain last that long but it only felt like seconds?  Horribly painful seconds?  I didn’t know why this was happening and I hoped it wouldn’t happen again anytime soon.

“Don’t tell Will, okay?  He doesn’t need to worry about this.  It probably won’t happen again,” I said.

“But what if it does happen again?  I need to tell him,” she said, and then started to get up.

“No,” I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back down.  The motion made me dizzy.  “Please, don’t.  If it does happen again, then you can tell him.  But if it doesn’t, we’re not going to.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Don’t tell him,” I said again, more firmly. 

I stood up, swaying slightly, and had to grab on to Remy’s arm for support.  Once I got past the dizziness, I felt a little better, but at the same time, I still felt weird.  My head still hurt slightly, but not like it had before.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?  Because if not, you just need to stay put,” Remy said.  “I can go get Will and we can just stay here for the night.  That would probably be best, since it’s not going to stay light for much longer.”

“Yeah, maybe we should just do that,” I said, sitting down.  The dizziness had come back, making everything twist at odd angles.  I had to close my eyes to try and make it stop.  “Go find Will and I’ll stay here.”

“Okay,” she said.  She sounded worried.  “I’ll be back in less than ten minutes.  Promise.”

I heard her get up and start to run back in the direction we’d come. 

It was suddenly quiet.  The only sound I could hear was the creek running into the little pond.  I felt good to just sit there, even though I was still dizzy and praying that another one of the headaches wouldn’t come again.

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