“Hello? Aly? Anyone there?”
I fluttered my eyes and let out a groan.
“Ohh. What happened?”
I tried to sit up and collapsed back down with another groan.
“The ball hit you straight in the face and you collapsed,” replied a heavenly voice. The same person helped me up and then asked, “Can you stand?”

I looked slowly to the person and then felt faint again. It was him. David.

“Woah, okay, maybe you better sit down.”
“Yeah” I mumbled.

I sat down for the rest of the game, but it wasn’t that bad. Because every time the guys ran over to the hoop I was sitting by, David made sure to give me a smile or a wink and ask with pure concern, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Hmm…maybe blacking-out isn’s so bad?