“Lily,” a panicked voice broke through her unconsciousness. “Lily?”
Someone was gently shaking her, but with the way her head was pounding, she desperately wished they would stop. She groaned as the male voice continued to pester her, making the pain in her head worse. A sigh of relief left him–whoever he was– at the sound she made.
“Lily can you open your eyes?” the voice asked her.
She blinked her eyes open slowly, which felt much harder than it should have. Her eyes felt crusty and dry, as if she had been crying but she couldn’t remember why that would be. She didn’t know why her head and cheek were so sore, or why Mr. Taylor and the new guy were kneeling above her in the school hallway.
“What happened?” she croaked out. She could feel something soft under her head, but the hardnes
