"OK, listen up! Jim C. and his team are red. John W. and his team are blue. Now as we have seen from this morning our new recruit has, well, let's just say she is the best we have seen in a long time, even though she has never, EVER, played dodge ball before."
I wasn't actually listening to what the coach/referee was saying, I was rather nervous. The blue team was were I was placed. We did really well considering that almost every one on our team got hit. But I was very proud of the fact that for every blue team mate that we lost, I was able to strike out a red one in my next throw. It was down to three vs three. Then the reds started to pound us. There was a blur of red and with a big wack accompanied by pain, I was on the reviving end of the red teams heaviest hitter, Andy Doyle. I'll have you know that wood floors are much nicer to slam your head into than one would think. Spinning like the deck of a ship, heard shouting and several blurry faces came into view. I felt around for my glasses as I sat up. The floor spun like a fair ride and I discover my glasses all over me. I could feel the unpleasant sensation of pieces of plastic and slivers of glass stuck in my face.
My team captain came over "Hold still and let me have a look at you. I do this for a living"
"What, pluck shrapnel from peoples faces?' I replied in an attempt at humor.
"I was an army doctor. Shrapnel comes up quite a bit."
"Oh,sorry"
"No harm done. I'm retired now and run a clinic. Actually, I would like to take you there now, if you don't mind. These cut are rater nasty and I'll need some supplies."
" I'm Hope Lightwing by the way." I said holding out my hand as he stood. He helped me up then gave me a kind handshake.
"Watson, John Watson."