Charlie opened his short and hugged the ice pack close to his an a, liking the bite of the cold better than the pain.  "Not sure, chemistry, I think." He groaned leaning forward on the desk. The pain wasnt so bad but having the wind knocked out of him was. It was a first for the spoiled fox. Aside from being pushed down or cornered and verbally abused by a few punks in rec soccer, this was all new for him.