Keep Your Eyes On the Ball [spiritedcoaching]
Gym class has never really been one that Hitomi had joined. Sometimes—depending on the activity being played—she would be able to participate, but usually the girl would end up on the sidelines or walk for the class period. At least that was how it was since transferring in to Hope’s Peak. Before she would just have a personal trainer that would make sure she wasn’t overexerting herself, something she had tried to do a couple of times because of determination, though it usually ended with a heavy dizzy spell and being reprimanded.
Today the girls and guys that had gym this hour were sharing the gym due to rain outside. The guys were playing half-court basketball on one side, the girls were playing volleyball on the other. Hitomi sat on the sidelines as she watched the game. The instructor had allowed her to play for a little while, but subbed her out after about ten minutes before going over to talk to the boys’ teacher since the girls class had a pretty good handle on what they were doing. So now here she was, and her attention seemed to be drifting in and out. The shouts all seemed to blend together, both male and female, until it was indistinguishable harmonic discord to the girl’s ears. Because she was now sitting out, she decided to work on training her ear more by picking a voice and deducing where it was coming from. She was able to accomplish finding quite a few, though a couple gave her a little trouble because the voices were so close in speech in pitch and pattern.
But the girl was so wrapped up in her little exercise that she hadn’t notice the volleyball fly over the net and head in her direction. She was only alerted with various shouts, but it was too late. She looked up just in time to see the ball headed directly for her before it hit her in the face. Her back hit the floor, and her vision blurred a bit as she stared up at the ceiling. She felt something wet on her face before she reached up and felt just below her nose and pulled her hand away only to find blood. Great. She tried to sit up, though there was suddenly quite a few girls surrounding her and beginning to crowd her, all of them asking if she was okay and how hurt she was. It was now a mildly suffocating situation, her head hurt from the impact of the ball, and now her blood was dripping down her face and onto her gym shirt. Yeah, it wasn’t a very good situation at the moment, though she wasn’t able to get a word in edge-wise to ask for some personal space.
