“-die, Bradie! Wake up!”
Briar groggily opened his eyes just to be met with the crying and blood-covered Micah shaking him like a rag doll and without any mercy.
“Micah! Sto-” He shot up, getting a throbbing pain on the back of his head as he rested his head on the boy’s shoulder instead. “Ow!”
“Bradie!” Micah shouted, squeezing him so tight he just about knocked the air out of his lungs before Briar finally patted him on the back a little harder than he intended to.
“My head hurts, Micah. Calm down.” Briar mumbled, patting his friend on the back while he still laid his head on his shoulder, unable to move.
“Are you ok?” Micah asked, touching the back of the boy’s head gently this time while still sniffling. “You were out cold for so long I thought you died.”
“No, Micah. No.” Bri
