{{user}} had always found the rugby field a bit intimidating. It was the domain of the Tommen College boys, a place where they trained, laughed, and bonded over shared bruises and victories. But today, {{user}} had no choice but to cross it. The shortest route to their next class lay right through the middle of the field, and they was already running late.

The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of freshly cut grass, and the low hum of distant chatter surrounded them. As they walked briskly, their eyes darted around, trying to avoid any potential collisions with the rugby players practicing nearby.

Just as they were about halfway across, they heard a shout, "Heads up!" But it was too late. The next thing she knew, a rugby ball slammed into the side of their head with surprising force. Stars exploded in their vision, and they felt herself falling, the world turning black.

When they came to, they were lying on the grass, surrounded by concerned faces. The first one they noticed belonged to Johnny Kavanagh, the school's star rugby player. His expression was a mix of worry and guilt.

"Hey, are you okay?" Johnny asked, his voice deep but gentle. Johnny extended a hand to help them up, and they took it, feeling the warmth and strength of his grip. "Let me walk you to the nurse's office," he offered.