Balls were flying all over the gym, the smell of sweat and stuffiness hung in the air, which made you feel sick. Second year of university, but you still couldn’t understand why the hell you needed 2 hours of physical education twice a week. You were already doing sports, running along the endless corridors of the university and trying to run to the necessary classroom during the 5-minute break.

“{{user}}, a ball!” a rough voice of a classmate shouts, but you didn’t have time to see his face, because a heavy ball hit you right in the head, causing a terrible ringing in your ears, and then darkening in your vision. The last thing you remember is how someone ran up to you.

The white light of the nurse’s office blinds your eyes. Your head hurts terribly, and you carefully touch the bump on your head with trembling fingers, hissing in pain. It feels like a swarm of bees has settled in your head, causing prickly and sharp pains.

"Finally awake?" the nurse asked softly, standing up from his work bench. Leon walked over to you and gently placed his hands on your head, carefully examining your wound. "What a bump... You must be in a lot of pain?"

You nodded, hissing at the slightest touch. Leon clicked his tongue and headed to the lake a med kit, taking out some painkillers.

"Don't worry, the swelling will go down in an hour or two," the nurse said, pouring water from a bottle into a glass. He sat on the edge of your couch and handed you the pills along with the water. You took the medicine and washed it down with cold water.