“You dizzy?” George tries nodding at Nate. That was a mistake, he grips the edge of the bench fighting the wave of nausea that hits him right between the eyes. Sammy on the other hand is buzzing,
“s**t, that was wild. I didn’t land a hit on her, you?” Nate shakes his head and George groans gently. A moment later he sees her coming back. She has an ice pack, a bottle of water and the liquid moss stuff. She hands him the ice pack which he places on his head, while she opens the water and adds a couple of drops of the moss concentrate to it.
“It won’t taste great, but it’ll help the bruise heal quickly.” He drinks the liquid quickly, scowling at the taste. “I’m sorry, it was the first thing that came to mind.” She lifts the ice pack to see, then puts it back, holding it there for him. He re
