254 Game: @ Porterville HS 4 (1/2)

The trainer kept the mask on me while watching his watch. After, what I presume was 60 seconds, he took it off and looked at me. ”How do you feel? Light headed? Dizzy?”

”No.” I took a deep breath, now calmed down. ”I just feel like I can't sprint. I'm also a little tired.”

Noah squeezed between the trainer and our coach. ”Jake! Are you sure you're okay? I told Mom and Dad, but they said the trainer should be able to care for you.”

”Oh, your parents made the drive here?” The trainer asked.

I was about to say no, but Noah nodded and beat me to replying. ”They're in the stands. Should I go get them? Do you need them?”

The trainer shook his head. ”No, no. It's all okay for now. I'll stay in the dugout to monitor him in case he has trouble again. I just want to speak with them afterwards.”

”What? Why?” Noah asked the same two questions on my mind.

”I would like to suggest they take Jake to the doctors afterwards.”

”Like after the game? I thought you said he's fine?”

”No, just in general. At least before his next visit to an elevation above 4000 feet. It would be good if a family practitioner could clear him for these kind of strenuous events. Maybe he can prescribe medication and a training program of some sort.” The trainer explained.

I sighed. I don't like to hear the word 'training' anymore.

”Okay, I'll tell them to wait after the game.” Noah turned tail and ran to the fence where his dad was waiting on the other side.