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    I woke up with Sam holding my hand and I was lying on the ground. I looked over and Bill and Billy were calming down a bull and putting him in the cage."What happened?" I asked Sam."The bull landed on your head with his hove." I couldn't remember anything and my head hurt like a bitch. I could see Emily standing with her hand over her mouth. She was probably still in shock or something. I tried getting up but I fell right back down."Just stay on the ground son." Bill yelled running over. He picked me up and started carrying me to the house.

    I fell in and out of consciousness. I woke up on the couch and everyone was sitting at the table while Bill was on the phone. Sam and Emily had tears in their eyes. I think even Billy was tearing up. I tried to talk but all I could do is let out a groan which drew the attention of everyone from Bill to me. Sam ran over. "Trever." she whispered laying her head on my chest. " The doctor said he'd be here in a minute." Bill said after hanging up the phone. "Is he awake?" Bill asked. "Yes." Sam answered him. He walked over " That was quite a blow you took." Bill smirked. "You're tougher than I thought. I thought you'd be crying or something." "I'm not a pussy." I managed to get out. " Of course not." he smirked.

    Everyone looked at him weird. Why was he smiling at a time like this?" Dad what's your problem? He just got knocked out and you're laughing?" Emily said worriedly. " It just reminds me of my first time getting hit in the face by a bull hove. I did exactly all the same things he's doing and just like ya'll my family was worried and acting like I was gonna die. This boy probably just has a concussion,nothing serious." " A concussion can be serious dad." Emily said daring for her father to say it can't.Sam got a look on her face I don't know what it was about but it was towards Emily. " Yea but he's a trooper he'll make it." There was a knock on the door breaking the tension between them. " Come in." Bill yelled. The doctor came in introducing himself. " I'm Dr. Smith. Where's the boy?"

    Trey pointed to the couch where I lay. The doctor stumbled over, tripping over his large feet that made him look like a penguin. Sam moved out of his way and got a chair for him to sit in. " Sit up for me." He commanded. I sat up running my fingers through my hair. He examined where I was hit and asked me a few questions like do I remember the accident, Have I been throwing up, and how much did my head hurt on a scale 1-10. Of course I told him it was 10. It felt like my head was getting ran over by  an eighteen wheeler. " There's no doubt he's got a concussion. He's gonna have to rest up for a few days to get to feeling better. But I do want you to call me if vomiting starts occurring. Also someone needs to wake you up every two hours to make sure that you can be waken and be conscious of stuff." I nodded. After he left I was thinking. I thought about how he said I had to rest for a few days. That means it takes away from practice and I most likely wont be ready for the competition Saturday. I hope this concussion doesn't take away my dream of becoming a pro bull rider.