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I scoff out a laugh. “Yeah. In her dreams.”
He chuckles.
“I could kill Mavery for that shit,” I grumble.
“She’s just doing her job.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to rag on your girl.”
“She’s not,” he bites out.
“You sure? I saw Kincaid getting really friendly with her last week.”
“Kincaid is a fucking pig and we’re all bound to the no fraternizing policy.”
“Right. Especially you, huh?” I smile.
“Someone’s on the other line. Catch you later,” he mumbles.
“Later.” I chuckle.
It’s nice to know I’m not the only one obsessed with someone I can’t have.
For the time being anyway. I have a plan. That plan may wreck my friendship, but I’ve spent too many years at a distance. I know what I want, and I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t try.
Three hours later I had a meeting with my doctor via zoom. He wasn’t happy that I missed our appointment in person, but I had more important things on the agenda.
“Greyson," Dr. Houser greets.
“Doc.” I nod.
I’m still in my spot at the bar, laptop in place.
“I’m glad we could still meet. I think it’s important we discuss the scan results in more depth.”
“Alight.” I shift in my seat.
It started with some dizzy spells, which is normal after a concussion. But when one concussion turned into four and the dizzy spells became more frequent, I started to pay attention. Then when I had my first blackout, waking up confused and agitated, I knew something wasn’t right. I fought it for a while. No one wants to admit their mind isn’t right, but after I did some research, I made the call.
“Now you know from our last appointment we did scans and looked at all of your symptoms and even ran blood work.” He scrolls on his iPad. “I’m emailing all of this to you.”
He sighs and adjusts the glasses on his nose. “Greyson I’m going to be straight with you. I’ve treated a lot of athletes. A lot of football players that have had brain injuries. I’m not diagnosing you, because CTE can’t be diagnosed unfortunately until an autopsy is performed.
“Geez, Doc,” I scoff.
“I’m not saying you’re dying. You are far from that,” he counters.
“So, what are you saying?” I ask.
“I’m saying retirement is looking like your next step. You’ve had too many injuries and if you keep it up at this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if the end result is CTE. Your symptoms are minimal right now, but in time they will progress if you don’t avoid further head injuries.”
Fuck.
“That’s your medical opinion?” I confirm.
He removes his glasses. “Yes. I’ve known you since you started with Coach Rusk. I wouldn’t recommend this if I didn’t think the risk was too high. I respect you as a player and a man. You’re young. I’m sure someday you want a wife. Children.” He shrugs. “That’s my final recommendation.”
“I appreciate it, Doc.” I clear my throat. “Can I ask a favor? Let me tell coach. I’m not in Texas right now and I would prefer that conversation be face to face.”
