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My scalp burned with pain, tears springing to my eyes from the sudden, sharp agony. He easily hoisted me up, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. My body dangled in his grasp, blood rushing to my head as he threw me over his shoulder. Dizziness washed over me, my vision blurring and my stomach churning from the sudden inversion. My head pounded, and I felt lightheaded, and disoriented by the abrupt change in position.

I slowly lowered my head, my hands wrapped around it, the throbbing sensation surging afresh, sending sharp waves through my brain, jolting my senses. I lifted my head to meet his angry expression, alongside his supposed assistant, who wore an unseemly mask of surprise; his mouth agape. My head throbbed, and my thoughts felt numb. I lowered my head back onto the bed, my gaze darting to the sides as James’ hands reached out to assist.

“Miss Pebbles, are you OK?” I tried to get up, but the pain was unbearable. Streams of blood squirted from my mouth. “Something is wrong," I gurgled out. Sinister was still trying to shake off the two men's hold. Glenda tried to move me, but my wails stopped her. “What's wrong?” “It's my neck. It hurts when I move it.” “Someone, call an ambulance!" Glenda cried.

"And weren't you just celebrating with Andre?" I thought he was going to scream back at me but he dragged another stool I hadn’t even realized was there and sat down beside me. Aaron reduced his voice to such a low point that it sounded so soothing. What happened to big head Aaron whose head was stuck so high in his ass it was a wonder he could see anyone else around him but himself? “Hey, are you okay?” I tried to nod but I figured if I nodded my head would roll off with its weight off my neck to the floor. “No, I’m not,” I confessed before I could help myself.

He too looked at me with sadness and concern. I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my body, especially my back. I screamed, and the woman rushed to steady me. Another flash of memory hit me, and I felt the unbearable blow of a large object hitting my head. I screamed again, and the woman tried to calm me down.

Including me. The doctor came in and examined me. "how are you feeling?" He asked. "A little groggy, and I have a horrible headache." I replied. " That would be from your grade 3 concussion." He stated, matter of factly. "What?" I said, trying to understand what the hell happened. " When you slipped and fell the other night, you fell and hit your head. It caused your brain to shake and hit the side wall of your skull. Damaging your brain."

While holding my face. I watch the clock, and it's already nine. I was about to stand when I felt a little bit dizzy, and all of my body was aching like I'd been running a marathon the whole day. My head also feels a little bit achy. And my ass felt really pain. "Is it what they call hanging over? [Hello, Sir, Jonathan, can I make up my absence today? ]I said. [Why? Is there something wrong with you?]he said while his voice is so concern.

I screamed as my ass hit the floor. It was not just because of the pain in my behind that seemed to be vibrating through my body, but the bitching ache of humiliation as well. Especially the latter. Holy fuck! My chest tightens when I hit the surface, the oxygen suddenly halts from circulating; my eyes stung from the impact like they were going to pop out of their sockets; and my head spun like it was swirling down into the abyss, worse than it did this morning. My vision suddenly goes blurry.

I screamed in pain as I knelt down, holding my head in my hands. What's happening?

“I hit my head.” Kael goes to reach for me, but I shy away. If he is going to help me, then I don’t want it. Not when my dignity is already slashed to pieces by my own stupidity. I just want to crawl back and never have to look at him in the eye again. Even if he does look nothing but concerned for what has happened. “We need to get you back,” he says sternly. “At least sit down for a moment, catch your breath.” To that, I listen. Sinking down to my haunches, I sit, cradling my head. The blood seems to be diminishing with time. It must only be a scratch, with a headache to follow from the initial impact.