- 8.
It was Wednesday, P.E. class. I wasn’t feeling
great, but I didn’t think much of it. I joined the
other students for our warm–up laps around
the track.
Boys and girls ran separately. The girls went
first, while the boys waited on the sidelines.
As I was running, my vision suddenly blurred,
and my legs felt weak. I realized my blood
sugar had dropped.
But it was too late. My legs gave way, and I
stumbled, landing awkwardly on my knees.
Gasps erupted around me. Footsteps
approached quickly, and a strong arm
wrapped around mine, pulling me up.
It was Jason.
く
“Is this low blood sugar again? Didn’t you eat
anything? You shouldn’t be running in this
condition. You need to take better care of
yourself! Does it hurt? I’ll take you to the
nurse’s office.”
He fussed over me. I was already annoyed
from the fall, and the stares from the other
students made it worse.
I pulled away.
“Don’t touch me. I can walk myself.”
He snapped.
“Is this really the time to be stubborn? Your
health is more important! I’ll just take you to
the nurse, and then I’ll leave you alone. Happy
now?”
I laughed, incredulous.
“Seriously? Is low blood sugar some kind of
life–threatening emergency? I just need to sit
down for a minute. Am I dying? Do I
absolutely need you to escort me to the
<
nurse?”
Jason clenched his jaw.
After a moment, he spat out, “You’re being
deliberately difficult.‘
I looked at him calmly.
“If that’s what you think, then I can’t help
you.”
Jason threw his hands up in the air and
stormed off.
