“Akira!”

“Akira!”

“Ow!” I groaned as I turned to my side.

My head was pounding and there was something on my lower lip, preventing me from opening it wider when it got painful to breath.

“Akira?” A hand touched my forehead. “How’re you feeling? Do you need some water? Are you in—”

“I need you to shut up, Nick! God, my head hurts!” I rubbed at my temples to help ease the pounding.

“You’ve got a busted lip. The nurse gave you some painkillers, but she told you to ...