Thump, thump-thump... My hear hammered in my ears. What was wrong? Sure, I'd just taken PE, but still... I couldn't think as waves of pain crashed over me.
"Ben? Are you ok?" Wes asked.
"No," I moaned. "My head..."
Wes raised his hand. "Coach, Ben needs to go to the clinic!" he yelled across the gym. I winced.
Coach nodded and scribbled a pass. "Get better soon, Ben."
I didn't remember much of the trip to the clinic. The next thing I knew, I was lying on a bed with the nurse hovering over me.
"How long was I out?" I asked her slowly.
"A good three hours," she replied.
"Is Wes here?"
"No, I sent him back to class. What happend in gym, Ben?"
I closed my eyes and tried to think. "It was just after Coach Porter called us in. My head started aching."
She nodded and wrote on a clipboard.
"Can I go back now?" I asked hopefully.
The nurse shook her head. "I would advise against that. You should rest here for the day."
Feeling down, I tried another approach. "Is the new girl, Monica, still here?"
She nodded.
"Can you send her here to see me?"
Again, a nod. I let out a breath and rolled over onto my side.
Monica arrived a few minutes later. I had to strain to hear her low, whispering voice.
