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you?”
    I paused, thinking about it for a bit. I
thought back to my childhood, back to my family and school. I couldn’t think of
anything.
    Nothing that I used to escape…
    “No,” I said honestly. “I don’t think
there’s anything that I used to escape. But I’m not sure if I had a reason to
escape either. My life wasn’t bad…”
    Well, for the most part.
    Unless you count not having many friends
as being bad or the life changing event that caused that to happen.
    But I didn’t want to tell him or anybody
about that.
    “Life doesn’t have to be bad to escape.
My life wasn’t bad at all. It was hectic, sure, but it wasn’t bad. You really
had nothing you wanted to escape from?” he repeated again.
    “Not one thing,” I lied to him.
    I shrugged. Nash shifted on his bed
before lying down on his back.
    “Damn my head hurts and I’m fucking
nauseous.”
    Immediately I shifted on the bed before
I was on my hands and knees, leaning over Nash. I was looking at his head,
trying to see any cuts or bruises on any other surface of his skull. I tried to
remember: did Nash hit his head when he fall ? Was
there anything in his way as he toppled over, anything that could have nicked
his head? I scrunched my eyes together, trying to reset the picture in my head,
but I came up with nothing. I couldn’t remember what happened after Turner
punched Nash except for the bloody lip and Turner storming away.
    “Did you hit your head?” I asked Nash,
running my hand over his scalp. “When you fell did you hit anything? The concrete? Metal? Anything?”
    “I don’t think so. But everything is
kind of a blur. All I remember is Turner decking me and then being on the
ground with blood pouring from my lip.” Nash frowned. “What are you doing?”
    “Checking for any bumps of cuts,” I
explained.
    “Why?”
    “Because if there’s a bump, you might
have a concussion,” I told him. “If you have a concussion then you need to go
to the hospital.”
    “I don’t think I have a concussion. I’m
just a bit dizzy.”
      “Nash,
I really think you should go to the hospital. This could be really bad.”
    Nash didn’t answer me. A layer of sweat
gleamed on his body and, for lack of anything better to do, I rubbed Nash’s
back. His breathing was rugged and he looked pained when he rubbed his hand
across his mouth.
    “Nash.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Do you want to go to the hospital?”
    Nash shook his head.
    “No. I don’t want to go anywhere near a hospital. Hospitals scare the
shit out of me.”
    “But what about
your head? What if you have a concussion?”
    “I’ll be fine. I’ve gotten punched
before and I’m pretty sure it’s not a concussion.”
    “So what do you want me to do?”
    “How about you kiss me and make it all
better?” Nash asked, winking at me.
    He opened his eyes and stared at me.
    I closed my eyes and felt the heat of
his breath get closer to me.
    “I don’t think so Nash.”
    I opened my eyes and backed away.
    “How about I just sit here and keep you
company? I read somewhere that if you have a concussion that you have to stay
awake to make sure of one thing or another. I don’t want you stay here, awake,
by yourself.”
    “Can you stay?”
    I knew I shouldn’t stay with him. I had
class the next day and I had none of my stuff with me. Turner was expecting me
for dinner. There were so many things I needed to do but my something was
pulling me to stay.
    “Sure I’ll stay,” I found myself saying.
“If you really don’t want to be alone I’ll be here with you, it’s not a
problem.”
    Nash smiled.
    “Thanks,” he said. “One day I’ll get
that kiss...”
    Goosebumps crawled on my body.
    “I know you want it as bad as I do.”
    “Whatever you
want to believe Nash. So… Now what do we do?”
    “Whatever you
want to do.”
    “Well, I would love to go to the beach.
I have never seen the ocean that has been my lifelong dream to do so.”
    “I think it is a little late to go