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Mr. Giampietro or whoever you are, I’m not thinking about you anymore today.
I knew that was going to be easier said than done. But I was going to give it a shot.
CHAPTER 5
Cameron
“Damn it. I told him not to hit you on the right side of your head,” my manager grumbled. “Now the wound is open again.”
“Don’t worry. The cutman took care of it. The bleeding has stopped,” I said.
“For now, but we need that wound healed fully, and you have only four days to do so. If you open it up again, you know what’s going to happen. Even if you are cleared to fight, he’s going to hit you again and again on that spot until you can’t take it anymore,” he warned.
“I’m good. It will be healed.”
He huffed. “I still can’t believe you didn’t call me. We could have a doctor look at it right away.”
“I had a doctor look at it,” I said.
“When?” he asked.
“Yesterday. Immediately after I was cut.”
“How exactly did that happen?” he questioned.
“I told you. I cut it on a piece of wood,” I stated, leaving out most of the facts.
“No more construction work until after the fight. And by the way, you’re down another pound. 163. You need to eat more. A lot more. Do I need to come by with dinner for you?” he offered.
“No. I’m good. I’m stopping for a second breakfast on my way home, and then have ordered two dinners for later.”
“You don’t have a date, do you?” he glared.
“I know better. Nothing is going to distract me,” I stated.
“Yet, you went to a doctor that I don’t know and just because you are saying that you’re okay, you expect me to take your word for it,” he said.
“Dr. Swoony looked it over very closely. If she thought there was anything to be concerned about, she would’ve insisted on bringing me to the hospital,” I said.
“Dr. Swoony?”
“Yes. Dr. Sydney Swoony,” I said.
His eyes widened. “Sydney Swoony? Are you sure that is her name?”
“I got hit in the head, but not that hard. Yes, I’m sure,” I stated firmly.
He shook his head. “Cameron, I don’t know about you. I think you got hit a lot harder than you are making it out to be. And you claim that you are not dating but I’m not buying that either. I am going to be outside the ring, it will be you fighting there. You got to get serious about it. Don’t let her distract you.”
“She’s not. She treated my injury. That’s it,” I stated.
“Sure. You’re telling me that you went to a vet to be treated instead of one of our doctors? That doesn’t make any sense. And if you think it does, then maybe you should back out of the fight now,” he stated.
“Vet? What vet?” I asked.
“Sydney Swoony. She’s a vet. I know because my wife takes our ten-year-old Pomeranian to her clinic. Granted, Sydney is an excellent vet, but still a vet. I have no idea why you let her treat your head injury,” he sighed in disbelief.
A vet?
