Wow, my head hurts. Along with my stomach. What all did Corbin do to me? I honestly blacked out for a few seconds in the "fight", also known as Corbin just using me as a punching bag.
"Well Marcel, it looks like you have some pretty bad bruising, and maybe a concussion. I'm going to call your mom and ask her to carry you to the Urgent Care, just to get you cleared," the nurse told me. Oh no, my mom can't know this. She'll take me out of this school. That just can't happen, I love it here. Well, I don't physically love it here, I just love the academics. But, she's so overprotective. It'll ruin her day when she learns that I got hit, just trying to get to my Calculus class. What a lame story to tell.
"Hey Marcel," a girl said, walking into the room. How did she know me, but I really didn't know her? I remember her taking me over here, but I don't remember her name.
"Gracie," she quickly responded, flashing a smile. Wow, what a pretty smile. She has pretty eyes, too, a light green.
"Oh yeah, hey Gracie," I said, my cheeks blushing. I still can't believe I forgot her name. How could I forget such a pretty name?
"How're you feeling?"
"Just sore. I have a headache, too"
"That's from the possible concussion he has," the nurse quickly replied, holding the phone against her chest so the person on the other end couldn't hear what she said. Gracie quickly looked over at me, a surprised look on her face.
"I'm ok, I promise. You don't have to worry about me," I said, smiling. This makes her smile back at me. I really do like her smile. I must've been looking for a little too long, for she looked down, blushing. She's cute, still can't believe that I didn't know who she really was.
"Oh yeah," she said, quickly looking up. "Coach Trimble said you don't have to worry about Corbin anymore. He got suspended again, and if he does this to anyone else, he's expelled."
"How is he not expelled already?" I ask, laughing a little bit.
"I had the same question. He's done this to too many people," she said, looking ashamed. I wonder why she looked like he did something to her? Wait, did he hit her too? I swear if he did...
"Marcel, you're mother's on the way up here. You can either wait in here, or try and walk to the office."
I tried to stand up, but I fell right back down. Come on legs, you have to work! Woah, head too, you need to quit spinning.
Marcel was swaying, and he couldn't stand up. His eyes slowly closed, and he started to fall forwards. My instinct was to lunge forwards and catch him. That's exactly what I did, saving him from a possible double concussion. Corbin must've done some damage to him. Poor guy, I know he's hurting worse than he says he is. His eyes opened back up, and he just looked at me. This was the second time he did this - just sat there and stared at me.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I don't really know," he said, trying to close his eyes again. "Can you help me get up?"
"I don't think you really need to try and get up right now," I said, sitting next to him. "I also don't think you need to try and fall asleep. Doctors say not to if you have a concussion."
"Well, if I could walk, I'd be ok to go to sleep," he said, looking down. A woman walked in and looked at the two of us. She looked stern, giving me a nasty look. I backed away from Marcel, but still watched to see if he would fall over or not.
"I feel sick," he said. The nurse gave him a trashcan. He began to gag, which was my cue to turn around. I have this thing where I can't see anyone vomiting, so I wasn't going to risk it today. A few minutes later, he said he was ok.
"Come on, Marcel. Let's get you home so you can rest," the woman said, grabbing his hand.
"Ma'am, he actually had a hard time standing up earlier. Would you mind me helping him out to your vehicle?" I asked, getting on the other side of him.
"It's ok, Gracie, I can walk," he said, but fell down again.
"Mrs. Styles, may I have a word with you?" the nurse asked. Mrs. Styles turned around to face me and Marcel, and motioned for us to try and go out the door. He put pretty much all of his weight on my shoulders, but he managed to stand up. After this, getting to the car was okay. He sat in the passenger seat and buckled himself up.
"Hey Gracie?" he said, right before I closed the door.
"Would you mind if I had your number? I wanted to let you know how Urgent Care went."
"Oh yeah, here, let me see your phone," I said. He handed me the iPhone, and I entered my name (along with an emoji, because why not?), and my phone number. He grinned from ear to ear, up until he saw his mom coming behind me. "Feel better, Marcel," I said, closing his door and walking away. His mother gave me one more look before she entered the car.