You have no idea what's happening, or how it's happening or even where you are, all you know is that it hurts.

A normal day at school, right? You were doing your own thing, walking around campus with your friends and getting ready for your next class after lunch.

When all of a sudden, you felt a harsh shove and the next thing you know, you were toppling down the stairs onto the tiles. Your forehead took a nasty hit.

Because it wasn't concrete or gravel, you weren't bleeding.. but you sure as hell got a concussion, because your vision was blurred and that headache you had was pounding.

Your friends immediately went to call any teacher, which in turn, meant your dad got called. Your overdramatic, overprotective dad. You knew a concussion was just mild, but Spencer didn't seem to agree.

"Hey, hey!" You heard his voice and managed to make out his blurry figure. Lunch had ended, of course, and the hallways were clear.

His hand went to replace yours on your head. "Can you.. can you hear me?"

Bless his terrified heart.