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I groaned as Leo and the Coach helped me back onto the bed. Once they were done, the doctor began shining a light in my eyes, nodding to himself as if he'd found exactly what he was looking for.
"How is he?" Coach Reddick asked.
"Well, the good news is your legs are perfectly fine after that fall; there's no structural damage there," the doctor said, clicking off his penlight. "The bad news is you have a significant concussion, which means you cannot play in this round. One more hit to the head before this heals and we are looking at permanent neurological damage. He should sit this round out, and we'll have to run more tests to see if he can join the next one."
Coach Reddick nodded solemnly. "Understood. He will be monitored 24/7 from now on. I'll arrange for one of the clinic personnel to stay at your place, Reid. We need you back for the Conference finals."
