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Even though I slept after what Holt thought was a seizure, I was still more tired than I had been in my entire life. My whole body felt as if the bones had been sucked right out. My muscles weren’t doing that great either, so it took nearly all I had to walk from Holt’s apartment to Mason’s waiting car, since he was nice enough to give us a ride, and from the car to the doctor’s office.
I was a fucking wreck. What if I wasn’t able to drive a race car again? What if I had another seizure? What if my career was over before it even really got started?
“Hey.” Holt placed a hand on my knee that I hadn’t even realized was bouncing up and down. “It’s going to be all right.” He looked like I felt. Dark bags under his eyes, exhaustion written all over his face.
I tried to smile. “Easy for you to say. The doctor didn’t stick some ridiculous cap on your head full of electrodes to record the activity of your brain. It was embarrassing.” I dropped my gaze to the floor of the room.
Holt moved in front of me to cup my face with his hands. “I think you need to remember that you were in a horrific accident. You’re lucky to be alive, and it might take longer to heal than you realize,” he murmured, dragging his thumbs over my cheekbones. Lust and desire spread through my stomach as he touched me. “It might be time to rest instead of rushing around. You are still young, Watson. You have plenty of time to worry about your future.”
I widened my legs and placed my hands on Holt’s hips to pull him closer. “You always were the smart one,” I murmured.
There was a knock at the door that had Holt pulling away from me, and then Doctor Sherman entered the room. “How are you feeling, Watts?” he asked, placing his laptop down on the counter.
I gritted my teeth. “About the same as when you asked me earlier. Tired, sluggish, and ready to collapse. Nothing a few hundred hours of sleep wouldn’t fix,” I reminded him.
“It’s to be expected after a seizure.” Doctor Sherman washed his hands before he moved to lift my head and inspect my eyes.
“So, it was a seizure?” Holt spoke up before I could. I was still a little shocked.
The doctor nodded. “It’s not uncommon after suffering a traumatic brain injury like your stepbrother did. Sometimes they occur right after the accident, but other times it can be days, weeks, or even months.” He turned to look at Holt. “He probably won’t be driving again until next season.”
“What?” I exclaimed. “That’s... I have a championship on the line!” I felt sick.
Doctor Sherman gave a quick smile. “Not this year, son. I’m sorry.” He moved to his laptop. “You live together?” He glanced over at Holt.
“Yes,” he answered.
Dr. Sherman nodded. “Good. Watts is going to need someone to watch him in case he has another seizure. This doesn’t mean he will. Most people are exhausted like your brother is this morning after they experience something like this. Keep an eye on him, let him rest, make sure he eats, and just make sure he stays calm. That’s the best thing for him right now.”
Tears stung my eyes. I had worked so hard toward this championship only for it to be ripped away because of one accident. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t. I wasn’t...
“Bullshit.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t expect me to just sit back and watch someone else take what’s mine. I earned this.”
“Watson.” Holt placed a hand on my arm.
I ducked my chin. “Sorry.” I took a shaky breath. “Am I good to go?”
“Yes, but if this or anything else happens again, I want you to call me.” Doctor Sheldon handed a business card to Holt. “This has my personal cell. For emergencies only, of course.”
We made our way out of the office, where Mason was waiting in the car. We had invited him inside, but he’d said he didn’t want to intrude. Holt climbed into the back. On the way over, I’d sat in the front with my teammate, but this time, I needed Holt, so I moved into the backseat with him.
“Sure, I’ll chauffeur your ass around.” Mason chuckled, but when he caught my gaze in the rearview mirror, his brows dipped. “Shit, this is bad, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “You could say that.” I started to slide the seatbelt across my chest and then changed my mind. I moved so that I was lying with my head on Holt’s lap, my arms wrapped around his waist. I hoped he didn’t fight me, hoped he knew I needed this connection. I felt Mason start his car, and when no one mentioned anything, I felt myself start to relax for the first time all morning.
“Can I ask what happened?” Mason asked.
Holt started to drag his hands through my hair, and before I could stop myself, I had fallen asleep.
