Hans
Everyone needs a break, they say, but not me. I want back. As soon as I’m out of the hospital, I want to get back to practice, but Coach Simmons puts his foot down. He has also never looked at me the way he’s doing now, like a disappointed dad with his arms folded and eyes narrowed. I’m not used to that look. Everyone thinks I’m a good guy, but maybe it’s because I get everything I want, anyway?
“It was mild,” I insist, referring to the concussion. “I’m okay right now. The CT scan came out fine. You know my dad would make sure they did all tests on me, and they did.”
“You lost consciousness!” Coach Simmons snarls.
“I took a break on the ice. I wasn’t really unconscious.” Well, I was hearing the crowd and seeing a sliver of light while my eyes took a rest. Sort of.
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