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“He’s tired. You’re done talking to him,” I snapped.
“You’re sure he’s okay?”
I eyed Wes, who was pale and exhausted, covered with scrapes and cuts, and sporting a dark bruise sticking out from the edge of the bandage on his head. His cut lip was swollen as if he’d been chewing it.
“Yeah. He’ll be fine.”
“I want to know the results of the scan immediately. As soon as they come in and tell you.”
“I’ll text you.” I promised.
“Call me. Put me on speaker. I want to hear what the doctor says.”
Our four friends closed around the bed as I stepped away. “Okay, yeah.”
“Max. Do not let him out of your sight.”
“I won’t. I swear it.”
Win blew out a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. You’ll take care of him. Just like before.”
“I will.” I vowed, something sinking to the bottom of my gut like lead.
The second I had the phone in my pocket, I glanced around, frowning because I couldn’t see Wes with the way everyone crowded around.
I started forward, but the door opened and the doctor from before strolled in carrying an iPad.
“Good news,” he said by way of greeting. “There is no bleeding or signs of a fracture.”
Quickly, I dialed Win back and put him on speaker as the doc kept talking.
“The bloodwork they did when you first came in all looks good, no cause for concern. Because of the brief loss of consciousness, memory lapse, and vomiting, we’re going to hold you overnight for observation. It’s okay to sleep. We will monitor you. If you start to feel new symptoms or worsening of current ones, we need to know immediately. If you start vomiting again, I want to know.”
“I don’t even remember puking the first time,” Wes muttered.
“Do you remember anything about the accident yet?” the doctor asked.
Wes thought a moment, then shook his head. “Nothing right before it either.”
The doc nodded. “That’s normal. Maybe after some rest, you will.”
I don’t know why, but the idea of that made my stomach tight with worry. As if to exaggerate the feeling, I felt Jamie staring daggers at me. I ignored him. Asshole.
“No TV, phone, or bright light. You need absolute rest, no stress, and nothing mentally straining. We can give you some more medication for the headache in a few hours.”
“What about his ankle?” Madison asked, pointing to the wrapped appendage still propped up.
“A sprain. Shouldn’t walk on it for a couple days. Take it easy. Use the RICE method. Rest, ice, compression, and elevation.”
“We’re familiar,” Ryan said, drawing the doctor’s eyes. “Swimmers.”
Wes gasped as if he just remembered. “How long until I can swim?”
The doctor didn’t hesitate. “It’s going to be at least seven to ten days.”
Wes groaned. “No way. I can’t be out of the water that long,” he insisted, glancing at Ryan and Jamie who wore grim expressions. “That’s going to kill my time. All the progress I’ve made over the past few months. Coach is going to be pissed.”
“I’m sorry, but you have a brain injury. You can’t rush this. You will need to be cleared before you can swim.” The doctor remained firm. “I’ll be happy to speak with your coach if you want. Are you boys Elite?”
