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“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” When he releases Mo’s hand, he picks up my chart and flips through. “I assume Dr. Wong told you we spoke on the phone the other day.”

“He mentioned it.”

Dr. Pine looks up from the chart. “Don’t worry, Rhett, all good things. We’ve both enjoyed following your career.”

“I hear a but in there somewhere.”

He smiles at Monroe while pointing at me. “Is he always this cynical?”

She returns his smile but doesn’t answer.

“I just wanted to talk to you about your head.”

“My head is good, Doc.”

“No blurred vision, floaters, or black spots?”

“Nothing.”

“Dizziness or headaches?”

I shake my head, and he continues.

“Numbness or tingling in the extremities?”

“Nothing.”

“What about muscle weakness, difficulty chewing or swallowing, memory loss, or trouble concentrating?”

I know what he’s getting at, and he’s not going to get a positive answer from me. “I’m good. I’d tell you if something was wrong.”

“Would you?” Monroe asks, lifting a brow.

Dr. Pine laughs. “I like this one

,” he says. “She’ll keep you on your toes. In all fairness, Ms. Gallagher, Rhett is generally a good patient. He comes to me when he’s concerned about something.”

She looks at me apologetically, and I smile. As frustrating as it is, I know she’s just looking out for me.

“Is that why you wanted to see me today, to make sure I’m still okay?”

“I got a report from the hospital after your recent stay. I was on vacation, which is why you saw Dr. Simpson. That concussion did a number on you, and I wanted a chance to follow up and make sure you weren’t suffering any secondary complications.”

“I’m good.”

“What do you mean it did a number on him?” Monroe asks.

Dr. Pine looks at me. “I’m assuming that since you brought her in here, I’m able to discuss your injuries with her?”

“Yeah, you can talk to her.” I drop my head into my hand, running my fingers along my forehead, preparing myself for what’s to come.

“Well, Ms. Gallagher, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but this wasn’t Rhett’s first concussion.”

“I’m aware.”

“He was unconscious for three days, although we believe that was partially due to swelling in the brain after a blow to the head by the bull. The time before this, he was unconscious for four days. These aren’t the typical concussions someone playing a contact sport might receive. These are more serious, with the potential to cause severe damage.”

I peek through my fingers to see Mo grinding her teeth together. Coop probably was sugarcoating things for her. I’ll have to remember to thank him.

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