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Terra nodded meekly, a small nod and a total change from the woman he'd met before. The idea of a concussion scared the shit out of her. There was no way she wanted to be paralyzed for the rest of her life, or unable to talk. Oh God, not able to talk for the rest of her life? She might as well die now.
When he puts his coat under her, she reached back to try to see if she was bleeding. Terra didn't want to bleed on his coat, that would be so mean and he was being so nice. She pulled her hand back and saw no blood. That was good. At least Terra thought so. "I..uh..yeah. Ron-nie?" Terra stuttered, searching for his name through the pain. He was cute, cute and familiar. "Where'm I? What's going on?" She winced as another blast of pain struck her, but it receded a little after that. "Why'm I on the floor?"