Game: @ Porterville HS (4)

The trainer kept the mask on me while watching his watch. After, what I presume was 60 seconds, he took it off and looked at me. "How do you feel? Light headed? Dizzy?"

"No." I took a deep breath, now calmed down. "I just feel like I can't sprint. I'm also a little tired."

Noah squeezed between the trainer and our coach. "Jake! Are you sure you're okay? I told Mom and Dad, but they said the trainer should be able to care for you."

"Oh, your parents made the drive here?" The trainer asked.

I was about to say no, but Noah nodded and beat me to replying. "They're in the stands. Should I go get them? Do you need them?"

The trainer shook his head. "No, no. It's all okay for now. I'll stay in the dugout to monitor him in case he has trouble again. I just want to speak with them afterwards."

"What? Why?" Noah asked the same two questions on my mind.

"I would like to suggest they take Jake to the doctors afterwards."

"Like after the game? I thought you said he's fine?"