Stay In the Room

Patiently, you wait and look around the room. You are pretty sure it was the empty storage room the school sometimes used as a nurse’s office. The Vice Principal was a paramedic years ago, so he's become the ‘official’ non-official nurse. Small flat boxes of paper line the floor on the right wall. On the left side is the door, a cloth screen to cover the window, and folded blankets packet with other basic comfort supplies. You sit up, a little pain staken, and the Vice Principal walks in. “Hey. Are you doing alright?’ He asks to walk in with a glass of water and ibuprofen. He hands them to you, then sits in his stool from earlier. “You were out for a few minutes.” “Is that bad?” You are unsure of the realism. “Nah, you're fine. The worst thing I can say is a minor concussion. Is there someone to take you home?” “No, I drive myself.” You reply. He gives a weighted heave. “Wait here, I’ll bring someone.” He says, standing up and leaving the room.

About 10 minutes later…