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“He's not dead…is he?” Jake asked, kneeling down next to Drew, who was passed out on the floor.
“No, he's probably passed out,” Hailey said, brows pinched in concern. She didn't mean for the ball to hit him that hard, or at all, really (even if he did deserve it for being a monkey-brained jerk).
“We should probably take him to the nurse's office, though, he might have a concussion.”
He definitely had a concussion, a dodgeball to the face is no small deal. But Jake didn't need to know that.
“Right, okay,” his shoulders relaxed by a fraction, did he really think Drew was dead? “Help me carry him?”
A part of Hailey really wanted to say no, but another, more annoying, and louder part felt irrationally guilty about hurting that imbecile.
“Okay,” she agreed, internally screaming at her conscience to just shut up for once.
“Great!”
Hailey and Jake moved to lift up Drew, each supporting him on their shoulders from either side.
Dear Rosy, he was heavier than he looked.
The pair stumbled off towards the infirmary, trying their best not to fall over and give Drew (and themselves) more brain damage than what was strictly necessary.
Hailey grunted, slamming her shoulder into the doors open them only to see…nobody there.
“Where is the nurse?” she tried to catch her breath, exhaustion seeping into every muscle in her body. Drew better repay her for this.
“I don't know,” Jake said, sounding just as breathless as she was, “Let's just put him down on the bed- I don't think I can keep holding him like this for much longer.”
“Sounds good to me,”
They pushed their way into the room, then struggled to lay him down on the cot.
Hailey took a moment to catch her breath again, untying then retying her hair while she was at it.
Drew looked worse for wear, from what she could tell.
His hair was messed up, his forehead and neck were covered in sweat, and his breathing seemed uneven.
That…wasn't good. She was pretty sure that wasn't a normal physical reaction to being hit in the face with a ball- not that she knew much about that.
“So, what do we do know?” Jake broke the silence that had fallen upon them.
She sighed, “We'll stay here till the nurse comes back. I hate to say it, but he might worse than I thought.”
Never in her years of knowing Drew would she have imagined she'd be worried about him, but there's a first time for everything she supposed.
“Alright, good,” he replied, worry clear in his voice as well.
She looked back at Drew, laying down stiffly on the infirmary bed. His eyebrows were scrunched up, face pinched into a frown and he overall looked…scared?
That definitely wasn't normal.
Dear Rosy, she hoped he was alright.