" I am concussed,' I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.
''You're fine,' Takumi said as he jogged back towards me. ''Let's get out of here before we're killed.''
''I'm sorry,' I said. ''But I can't get up. I have suffered a mild concussion.''
Lara ran out and sat down next to me.
''Are you OK?''
''I am concussed,'' I said.
Takumi sat down with me and looked me in the eye. ''Do you know what happened to you?''
''The beast got me.''
''Do you know where you are?''
''I'm on a triple-and-a-half date.''
''You're fine,'' Takumi said. ''Let's go.''
And then I leaned forward and threw up on Lara's pants. "
― John Green , Looking for Alaska