For this drabble, I drew upon my own terrifying memories of dodgeball. Man oh man, that game never ended well for me. Neither did red rover.
Though funnily enough, the worst P.E. injury I ever sustained was while we were playing frisbee. I had braces at the time, and getting hit in the cheek meant I had to spend the next several minutes prying the inside of my cheek off of the sharp metal. There was plenty of blood and frustration to be had that day, let me tell you!
Anyway, on to the story!
Sweat dripped into my eyes, but I couldn’t sweep it away. If I took my eyes off the ball, it would’ve all been over.
Then disaster stuck. Or kind fortune. I can’t decide which.
I detected movement from the corner of my eye. On the sidelines, Phoebe Wexler had bent over to tie her shoe, affording me a perfect view down her shirt. I froze, distracted by the heavenly sight.
When I opened my eyes, Phoebe hovered over me. “You were knocked out. Are you going to be okay?”
As long as I don’t die of embarrassment, I thought.