Kestrel's POV
I'm sleeping peacefully in the clinic bed when I hear soft footsteps approaching. The white sheets are crisp against my skin, and the antiseptic smell of the medical facility has become oddly comforting. I couldn't go back to the dorm yet as Dr. Matthews insisted I stay for observation after the concussion.
Earlier, Sera visited and brought me food from the cafeteria, it's a turkey sandwich, some chips, and a chocolate chip cookie that she knows I love. We ate together while she sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair beside my bed, her curly hair pulled back in a messy bun and wearing her favorite oversized Sally Royal sweatshirt.
"So tell me everything," she said, unwrapping her own sandwich. "What really happened at the game?"
I told her about everything, especially abo
