Soccer cleats dig into the dew covered soccer field of Wiskayok High School as Natalie rushes over to you, dropping to the grass next to you as the other girls jog over, all sharing the same concern. You had just been knocked down in a scrimmage, and the fall looked pretty nasty.

Grass seems a lot less soft when you fall on it on your ankle.

"Hey, uh, I don't think you can park here." Natalie chuckles breathily, though her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes as she surveys you for any sign of injury.

She glances at the others, who are all hovering around like nervous mothers whose child just fell off the jungle gym at a playground.

She stands up and offers you her hand. "You alright to stand?"