its my 2nd at bat of the game and the opposing team brought out a new
pitcher. I would to if my team had two men on base, 1 out and the other teams
best hitter at the plate. the pitcher works from the stretch, and throws the
ball. strike one. throws the ball again, strike 2. im down in the count, the
pitcher throws it one last time. the ball heads towards my head, I try to get
out of the way, but its no use and the 91 mph ball hits me in the face.
I drop
to the ground, grabbing my face in pain, my vision turns blurry and dark. I
could just barely see the school nurse, the coach, and 3 teammates of mine
around me. my head hurt like a bitch, I could feel blood run down my cheek and
start to pool on the ground. I could hear matt laughing in the background. an
ambulance pulls up and the EMTs take me to the hospital.
I wake up 6 hours
later, I have a massive headache and the TV was hurting my eyes. my dad sees me
wake up and turns off the TV. " how are you feeling?" he asks me. I couldn't
answer, my head hurt too much. I lay there in the hospital bed waiting and
listening to peoples conversations about me. I heard the doctor say to my
parents that I will never play again. my heart felt smashed. I loved playing
baseball and now I will never play again. all thanks to a fucking baseball. I
see a guy with blue eyes and light brown hair around 6 feet sitting in a chair
with his head down looking at the floor. "hey Doc?' I said weakly, the doctor
comes over.
I point to the guy in the chair, "i don't know him." my mother says,
" of course you do. Dylan? remember him? answer me honestly." "i really dont
know him." I answer. I keep staring at this guy, trying to remember who he is. I
was confused. I couldnt even remember getting up this morning. I felt lost and
out of place. I stay in the hospital overnight and wake up the next morning. I
get dressed and get sent home. I stay out of school for a week. I felt like I
had to do something I just couldnt remember what. I head back to school a week
later. I remembered my classes but not my friends, I felt weird and I felt
disoriented. but the doctor said that its normal for that to happen. I walk
through the halls when somebody grabbed me and gave me a huge hug.
I started to
flash back to monday before the game in the locker room. I remembered Dylan. I
knew who it was hugging me. he said "how are you feeling? do you remember me?"
Dylan asked. "how could I forget one of my closest friends, Dylan?" I answered.
"you did a good job doing that at the hospital." he said as he released me from
his grasp. "there is something I have to ask you." Dylan said.
Part 3 coming soon...
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