I feel the soft pillow that once held my head and decide to lay back down. I really should get up but the pain in my ribcage, palms and knees, are telling me otherwise.

I have never planned to be in a hate crime and yet here I am, nursing my bruises from one.

I get up again despite my condition screaming at me to do otherwise. I only take a a step or two before my legs decide to give in and I collapse on the floor. I feel my stomach in so much pain! I lift up my shirt to reveal a large bruise forming that stretches from the belly button to the top of my rib cage. Damn that girl can kick! It’s now wonder, she is a cheerleader after all.

I clutch my stomach only to realize that my glasses aren’t on. I look around me before finally turning to my bed. I see my glasses on the pillow next to the one I had laid my head on. I pick them up and put them on then snap my head to the door when I hear it opening.

I see the nurse come in and walk up to me.

“How are you? You took a pretty hard blow.” She gets straight to the point but looks to me with a concerned expression. Is it even real? I mean, how do I know that she doesn’t pull off that face to every nerd look-alike that comes in here with injuries?

“Yeah I’m fine, just a little bit of pain.” Okay that’s a lie, there’s a lot of pain.

“Oh don’t worry, we can give you some painkillers for that.” She heads to the cupboard and takes out a bottle, popping two pills out of it then handing them to me.

I gulp them down and I feel it painfully go down my dry throat.

“Um. How did I get here?” I ask hesitantly. Frankly, I don’t really want to know. I just want to go home and forget that any of it ever happened.

“The teachers brought you here after they broke up the fight.” She says nonchalantly.

“Fight?” I wonder if she is referring to mine. I’m not entirely sure since I don’t think what happened to me can really qualify as a fight.