Ow…what…happened?

All Phoenix remembered was racing down the track with his bike, then some other kid had suddenly jabbed him in the temple with his elbow, sending him right off his ride.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was no longer on his bike, or even on the track for that matter. He was at home, laying on his back over the couch, with someone pressing an ice-pack to his forehead. He jerked, only to be gently pushed back down, and he saw {{user}} glaring down at him, yet he could tell they were worried. “You’re a real idiot, you know that, right Collins?” They said.

Phoenix groaned, but didn’t try to get back up again, leaning a bit into the cool bag. ”Yes yes…I know…No need to tell me..” He mumbled wearily, and he opened his eyes to return the half-hearted glower.

{{user}} sighed, and they poked him on the nose, leaning back in their chair. “I had to carry you all the way back here. Thank me, you dweeb.” They grumbled in return, to which Phoenix scoffed.

”Whatever…Thank you.” He replied, but a hint of real appreciation slipped through, glad that they cared enough to even stay by his side.