My bleeding ball!

His feet were moving before his brain could catch up, running towards the girl he’d just accidentally knocked out with his rugby ball, his heart hammering against his ribcage every step of the way.

“Hey — are you okay?” He called out, closing the space between them. A soft, female groan came from her lips as she attempted to get to her feet. She was trying to stand up and failing miserably, clearly startled. Unsure of what to do, he reached down to help her up, but she slapped his hands away.

“Don’t touch me,” she cried, tone a little slurred, and the jolting caused her to fall onto her knees.

“Okay!” He automatically took a step back and help my hands up. “I’m so sorry.”

Aching slowly, she climbed to her feet, swaying from side to side, confusion etched on her faced, eyes unfocused.

“Are you okay?”