Blink: 4

Claire shook Ricks knees and then patted his face working her way up to a proper slap. Teachers had cleared the hallways and a nurse was on her way to them.
“Ricky? Ricky? What the hell?” She cringed and smacked him across the face with a Pop*.
He held his head with both of his hands and worked his way to the lockers with his elbows, Claire assisting him with more support that physical strength. He moved his hands from his temples to over his ears. He was mumbling, mouthing entire conversations and occasionally editorializing. Pleading for silence.
By the time the nurse arrived Rick just appeared disoriented, preoccupied. She asked if everything was alright. He responded as if he was at a basketball game, talking over noise that wasn't actually there.
“Oh dear,” The nurse's head bobbed around Rick's. “He must have hurt his head, Maybe he can't hear? Maybe it was a seizure, or a stroke. Kids can have those, strokes. Ricky, do you have epilepsy Maybe its a tumor pushing on his brain. We should call an ambulance. Oh my, his father might sue.”
“No one is going to sue anyone,” Rick said, he suddenly appeared completely normal. “I forgot to eat breakfast, I am sure I just fainted.”
The nurse was not convinced. “It might be something terribly serious, I can't be held liable. If you drop dead I could lose my job.”
Rick pushed past her, “Claire will take me to the hospital.” Claire stepped forward, she had slid up against the lockers hand was strangling the straps of her shoulder bag. She stepped into stride with Rick, looked back at the nurse who had not stopped talking. Rick's strides were sure and casually placed. She hugged his arm and looked up into his face as they left the building.

They got to the car and Rick put his keys into her hands. “You drive, my head isn't quite clear yet. I am going to shut my eyes.”
He sat slouched in the passenger seat of his two-tone Porsche 911. A car his father had promised to purchase for him. But in his fathers style he went for the car that would teach his boy a lesson. It took Rick a year and a half to learn what he needed to get the thing running.
Claire pulled up to a stop sign and began to turn left. Rick peeked his eyes open. “Where are you going?” Rick sat up a little.
“Hospital,” Claire smacked her lips and looked both ways, she was sitting perfectly upright in the driver seat, her back never touching the back of the seat.
“Don't. I mean, no need. Rather, I have no intention of going. Go left. Lets go to that park near your house. Please.”
The word came out of her mouth slow and revved up almost like a radio announcer, “Suuuure.” She turned left.

She parked and dropped the keys into Ricks lap and tucked his hair behind his ear. She put the back of her hand on his forehead, then finally say back into the drivers seat. She put her finger to her temple and stared at Rick until he did something.
“We're here.” He said.
“I know, I drove us.”
Rick got out of the car and walked over to a merry-go-round. Claire followed, loosing tiny bit of patience along the way.
He started talking mid though, “Its like Deja'vou. But way more intense. And this last time it was doubled. I could hardly hear my own thought, well, I mean they were all my thoughts. But I could hardly hear the ones that didn't seem like they had been tivo'd. It was like I was living three different 'right nows' all at the same time.”
“Are you okay now?”
“I think I can travel through time.”