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“She states she was dizzy and then everything went black. We suspect she passed out and hit her head. The CT scan showed a small area of internal bleeding, which we are monitoring at this time. We will be transferring her up to the neuro ICU for further observation.”
“Do you know how long?” I question.
The doctor shakes her head. “Not at this time. Most cases like this it’s a couple of days. We will monitor for any more bleeding and do a follow up scan tomorrow to see if there’s any worsening symptoms or positive changes. Then it’s day to day after that until we are confident that she is safe to return home,” the doctor explains. I nod.
“Can we see her?” Elle asks.
“Shortly, but only two of you at a time,” the doctor instructs.
I turn back to face Saint who is stoic. His face showing no emotion, his hand wrapped around my waist holding on to me. “You okay?” I question.
He offers me a smile and nods his head. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
He bends down and places a quick light kiss on my lips. “I’m positive.”
“Then what’s going on in your head?” I ask as Mac and Elle join us.
“The fact we’re supposed to fly out to Detroit in three days.” He glances up at Mac.
“Oh no. Don’t even think about it,” Elle interjects. “She’ll be there. She’s racing.”
I look between the two of them confused. “What are we talking about?”
Saint looks at Elle. “I figured she’d want to stay with your grandmother.”
“I’ll stay with her. Haisley is going with you two. She’s going to race and that’s the end of the story. Grams is fine. Will be fine,” Elle reiterates.
I turn to look at her. “I can’t leave Grams now.”
“You’re going to. I have everything handled. I’ll stay with her. You don’t need me there this weekend anyway. You can’t give the haters more reason to hate,” she responds.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m positive. You know Grams would want you there anyway.”
I turn to look at Saint again, and he forces a small smile. “Relax, grumpy.”
“I am relaxed,” he quips back. I offer a smile and hope he’s telling me the truth because I'm sure I’ll need his support even more now.
***
Saturday - June 4
I sucked in the first practice yesterday. I knew and the look on the Bud’s face—he knew it too. I couldn’t get my mind focused on the track or the feel for the car. Saint is pretty pissed. I can sense it in the garage area.
“What do you need car-wise?” he demands as I shake my head.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I can’t fix anything if you can’t tell me what I need to fix,” he responds sternly.
“Well, I’ll try and figure it out in this practice,” I spit back at him and head to the pit box to start the second practice. Mac is there with the rest of the crew.
“Where’s my helmet?” I ask, and he holds it out to me. “I don’t know what his issue is, but he can go fuck off,” I tell Mac in a hushed tone so no one else can hear me.
“He’s worried about you,” Mac answers.
