He was dying. Well, he was about 90 percent sure anyway. Other times he had come close, but this day felt different. He lay on the ground. His chest heaved up and down.
He shook his head in a vain effort to ease the pounding in his temple. 'This is it,' he thought. 'I've never even seen the ocean...or...or...there's lots of things I still want to do.
This can't be it!' Panic began to creep in. He thought he might throw up. As his head flopped to the side, he felt a light nudge to his ribs.
He saw the black and orange sneakers of his cross country teammate through squinted eyes. 'C'mon dude. Get a drink of water and have some respect for yourself.'