Even before he arrived, his reputation had spread through my school. The girls were waiting early by the basketball court to see him.
My roommates and I watched our senior practice on the training court that day.
For some reason, the ball Levi was dribbling suddenly changed direction and hit me, knocking me out.
When I slowly woke up in the school infirmary, the first thing I saw was the face my roommates described as godly.
He was young, handsome, and sunny.
He asked me with concern, "Are you okay?"
"I..."
Before I could answer, my roommate, Stella Harris, shook her hand and said, "No, Ella is not okay. She was born with a head condition and it's sure to relapse now."
I was a bit confused.
"I don't have it."
"You do. You just forgot," Stella said, giving me a big wink.
I finally caught on and nodded belatedly.
"Yeah, I have a head condition."
Levi looked at Stella, then at me.
Then he took a paper and pen from the table. He wrote down a number and handed it to me. "The doctor said you're fine for now. If your head condition relapses, contact me. This is my number."
"Okay, thank you."
I awkwardly took the note.
After Levi left, Stella snatched the note from my hand and danced with excitement.