I vaguely heard Coach call out for someone to go get Noah, but I was too busy gagging on what was leftover in my stomach and mouth.
"Here." Coach held a cup of water beside me. "Don't drink. Just rinse your mouth."
I hurried to do so. I also blew the disgusting snot out of my nose to hopefully get rid of everything. I sidestepped twice to get away from the stench of my own vomit.
"What happened to Jake?!" Noah could be heard from behind me. I soon felt his hand rubbing my back, trying to soothe my choking coughs.
"Not exactly sure, but I want you to go call one of your parents to let them know. Get the twins up here too." Coach instructed.
By the time I was cleaned out and finally calmed down, the twins were nearby with one of them on speaker phone with Mom. Noah stood right beside me, no doubt watching me closely in case I relapsed.
Kyle held his phone close to me. "Hey, Jake, it's Mom. She wants to talk to you for a little bit."
