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“This reminds me of when Jackson tore his ACL. Dominick was the orderly that took him down to CT.”
“No way.”
“Yep,” he replied, a big smile on his face. “Ask Jackson about it. Haven’t you ever wondered why Jackson calls Dom the ‘fast fucker’?”
I had, actually.
“That’s a story that has to be told in front of Dominick and Marcus.”
“Marcus? What does he have to do with it?”
Simon shook his head. “Nope, you’ll have to get it from them.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, wanting the distraction.
The CT only took five minutes once they got me on the table, and I was back in the waiting room in less than half an hour.
When they finally called us back, Dr. Navarro met us in the exam room.
“Patrick, good to see you.” He held his hand out to shake.
“Yeah. You, too.”
He spoke to Simon and Cole as he logged onto his laptop. We remained quiet until he spoke again.
“So, how are you feeling?” He looked at me expectantly.
I rolled my eyes. Here we go. “Better than the first time you asked me that.”
Cole nudged me with his elbow. “Be nice.”
“I am being nice,” I grumbled, making Simon smile.
The doctor asked me about my memory, the level of pain in my eyes and head, the frequency of the headaches, my hand-eye coordination, and how many times I shit in a day.
Okay. He didn’t ask that one, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it were next.
When I’d grown tired of answering his questions, he turned to Simon and explained the result of the CT. He showed us the first one, when I’d been brought in, compared to the one just a few long minutes ago. When he was finished, he looked at me.
“Do you have any questions?”
I nodded. “Yeah. One. Am I gonna be able to play football this season?”
He stared me in the eyes as a serious expression took over his face. “No. Maybe not ever again.”
“Good enough for me,” Simon said.
“Wait! What do you mean, no? That’s my job. That’s what I do!”
“I realize that, Mr. Griffin. But there is no way, at this point in your recovery, that I’m signing off on you playing this season. Unless you want to risk permanent brain damage that could result in you not waking up next time.”
That uncontrollable anger and fear was growing inside me. “What am I supposed to fucking do? Sit on my ass at home and watch my career go down the fucking drain?”
Cole put his hand on my shoulder, and I shook it off.
I’d never done that before.
Never rejected his touch.
