Los Angeles - Elaine
It hadn’t been two minutes in the fencing class’ locker room before I heard something fall to the ground like a sack of bricks. I quickly dropped my fencing back and spare clothes, running to the wall to listen closely. With my face up to the cold, teal tiled wall, I heard someone quietly groan to sleep.
Milo’s voice.
“Milo?” I yelled from the other side of the wall, knocking twice. “Milo!”
Without thinking about anything else, I ran out of the room and into the boys’ locker room to find him. He was unconscious on the floor, and his left arm twitched up at random moments.
“Oh Gods, please be okay...” I ran out, yelling for the Coach Milo introduced me to earlier.
He ran in, eyes widening once he saw Milo. “Oh, kid.” Then he turned to me, “Liz, what are you doing in here? Get in the girls’ room!”
“Not until I know he’s okay,” I said, standing up in defiance. “He’s my friend.” Coach nodded, then after a quick pat of my shoulder, he picked up the limp Milo and carried him out of the room. I followed, of course, and we brought him outside until we found Milo’s Dad’s convertible parked nearby.
He threw open the door to his car, running towards us in a sweat.
“Milo!” He yelled, taking him from Coach. He carried him to the car and let him lie in the front seat (for some reason this car didn’t have two seats like the car Liz’s mom has, but that doesn’t seem important given the other circumstances at hand.)
“Liz here found him unconscious in the locker room.” Coach informed, pushing me a little forward to explain.
“I-” I started to talk, but Mr. Walker interrupted me with a giant bear hug.
“Thank you,” he whispered to me.
He got up from hugging me, a smile of gratefulness being his expression. “I’m really thankful you looking after my son. Maybe you’re not so bad after all,” He winked, “I’m gonna drive to Milo’s doctor and ask him what’s going on with him. Thank you again, Liz.” With that, he got in his car and drove away.
Coach looked back at me. “Are your parents coming soon?”
“Yes.”
“Alright. I’ll leave you to wait. Good job with the boy.” He walked inside, and I was alone once more.
I went to get my stuff out of the fencing class again, but when I lifted my hand to open the door, I noticed…
Where’s my bracelet?
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