"Hey, Josh."

"Dude you all right? That last one knocked you out cold." He's speaking to me, close, but I can't see him or anyone else who's participating in the muffled chorus that surrounds me.

"I guess, I can't quite clear my head."

"No kidding," a light bursts upon me and sends shrieks of pain through my head. Nearly black out a second time, "you're covered in blood."

I knew that much already, been in fights enough to know what blood feels like. The lights flicker back on to a dim hue and I'm in a long hall. Too many people in this hall. I need some air. I try to get up to get some air and remember again - I've been in a wheelchair for a week now.