David Ludwig lay crumpled on the field. His head was pounding and his vision fuzzy. He raised his tingling fingers to touch something cool on the side of his face. It was wet. He pulled back his hand and saw crimson blood dripping from his fingers.
Pulling his shredded jersey up to wipe the blood from his face and hair, he looked around and realized that nothing looked familiar! He could not remember the crushing hit he had put on the half back a few moments ago, a hit so violent, it cracked his helmet. Nor did he know that a crippling injury to his cranium had just been sustained—an injury that damaged the connections around the hippocampus, that portion of his brain responsible for managing memories. He did not know where he was. He did not know who he was.
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