Concussion

It hurt. Everything hurt. I tried piecing together what happened, but it was all a blur in my mind. Nothing made sense to me. I remember Ronan being there, but I didn’t understand what he was doing there.

Concussion, the doctor told me later that evening or was it the next day. I wasn’t even sure how much time had passed. At least I knew who I was. Then I remembered James. Oh, my gosh James! Did James know where I was?

I was just about to call the nurse to get her to phone him when Ronan walked into my hospital room.

“Oh, thank God!” I tried to sit up, almost hanging myself with all the tubes and wires attached to my body.

“Hey.” He held a bunch of flowers in one hand and the other arm was in a sling close to his chest. Then I remembered he had also been in the accident. Which I caused. Or maybe he did. My mind was fuzzy.

“Ronan, we have to call James.” I winced, my head hurt when I talked. “The hospital… they called me. Then, then… something happened.”

“Easy now. James is fine. I hav