Score!{Kyle}

"no.. its fine." i said standing up a little shakily. "im ok" I said fighting back the tears of pain. "go ahead and shoot" I said rubbing my head.

Chairty took the ball and tried for a 3-pointer. The basketball flew through the air and went right in the net, moving the ropes move in kinda of a *swish!*. "Yes!" Charity did I headbang in victory. She was a bit weird....

I looked around as my vision became wobblie and black spots danced across my vision. I fell to the floor as I was cunsumed into blackness.

When Timmy fell over she ran to his side. "Timmy! Timmy! Wake up!" She decided to take him to the infirmary. She was all out of ambrosia.

I opend my eyes for a minute but couldent do anything but look around. I tried to mumble somthing but all that came out was "wh whe a e" as I blacked out again.

"Stay with me Timmy. Stay with me..." Charity was panting now. She had asthma, its not the best to carry a 4 year old when you have asthma. Charity ran as fast as she could with out passing out from being light-headed. Finally she made it to the infirmary and rushed in. "Help! Timmy blacked out!"

I slowly woke up as nausea crossed over me. I rubbed my eyes and looked up as I was being carried to the infirmery. "what happend?" I asked looking confused.

"You got hit in the head with a basketball." An Apollo kid who was helping Timmy said. He put a cloth on Timmy's head and Charity stood up. "How do you feel Timmy?" The boy asked him.

"sore." I replied leaning over and barfing in the trashcan. "do I have a concussion?" I asked as blackness started to consume me again.

"Timmy...Timmy?" The boy wiped Timmy's face with a cold cloth. "Charity, what happened exactly. I need to know full details." The boy asked her.

"Well, we were playing basketball and Timmy shot the ball. It hit the rim and bounced back, hitting Timmy in the forehead. Thats pretty much it." Charity said then sat back down, slumping in the wooden chair.

The boy walk out of the curtain room and grabbed a bag of Ambrosia out of a cupboard. He set it on the table next to Timmy and shoved a piece in Timmy's mouth.

I dreamed that there was a person holding a big gun he shot 2 times and all I could do was watch as he approached pointing the gun at me. I awoke sitting up quickly but the pain made me lay down again. all I knew was that I was scared. in pain. and had wet my self from the stupid dream.

Charity leaped from her seat. "Are you okay?" She almost shouted. She was starting to blame herself for Timmy getting a concussion. Charity ran out of the room to get the boy who was helping Timmy before. She came back with the boy at her side and holding a bucket full of ice cold water.

I rubbed my head then my eyes getting used to the bright lights. "wh-whys it s-o-o-so cold? I askedsearching for a blanket with my feet.

"Well, first of all its midnight, which means its cold. And theres no blanket on you. Do you want one?" Charity rushed over to the cupboard and grabbed a thin, fleece blanket. She also grabbed the therometer of the side table. "Let me take your tempature." She stuck the therometer under his tongue then set the blanket down on the bed. The therometer beeped and his tempature came up as 100.6 . Charity started to sweat. "What is wrong with Timmy?" She thought.

I stayed laying down so I wouldent fall over from dizzyness. I curled into the ball as the blanket was thrown on me because I was freezing.. "why it so cold?" I asked shivering a little.

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"Timmy you have a fever and you in a curtain room. It's going to be cold." Charity wasn't sure about Timmy's tempature. 106.6! That would kill any normal person.

(((actualy 105 will 100 is normal.))) I moaned a little and stayed laying down. "is there somthing to eat? im hungry" I said as my stomache growled.

"Umm, I don't know. Be right back." Charity walked out of the room and checked a cupboard. Nothing but ambrosia. Ambrosia doesn't kill hunger. She ran to a mini fridge and swung open the door. Water and saltine crackers. Charity grabbed some crackers and brought them back for Timmy. "Hope you like crackers."

I ate the half the crackers then drank some water. a couple minutes later I felt my stomache rumble and I quickly bent over and barfed in the trashcan. I layed back down as more blackness surronded me.

Charity winced when Timmy upchucked. He started to blackout right after. Charity came and shook his shoulders but, he was already out. She sat down on a chair, feeling defeated. How was she supposed to help him? She couldn't.

I woke up a couple minutes later and stared up at her. "whats going on?" I asked looking around. "how long was I out?" I asked rubbing my head.

"About 7 minutes. You alright?" Charity handed him his water. She was so worried. She had only met the kid 12 hours ago but, she felt like she had to protect him. She always protected her friends. No matter what. Charity dragged the wooden chair she was sitting on over to Timmy's bedside. She had to keep watch over him. No sleeping.

"thats long" I said drinking the water and rubbing my head. I drank the remaining water and started standing up shakily. I stayed on my feet for a minute then fell back down on the bed.

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Charity helped Timmy get back into bed and covered him up. "You need to get some rest but, I will have to wake you up every 2 hours on the hour. Just to make sure your concious." Charity filled his glass up with water again and grabbed some more crackers.

"Ok" I said not arguing, but whining a little. I got comfortable and a minute later I fell asleep. I dident dream that well. all there was was darkness.

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