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“Here,” I said, and he turned my direction, his jaw tight and hands still on his head. “Don’t leave.”
“Never.”
Chapter Ten
Damon
“Sonofamotherf—”I scrubbed my face. “What thehellwas that?”
“We’re still learning the extent of the effects of your injuries, Damon,” Dr. Mandrake said.
I heard papers shuffling and let out a big sigh. “So, you know jack shit.”
“Other than it was a sudden onset headache, no. But we can manage that now that we know what’s happening.” I sagged into my bed, so sick and tired of this thing. I wanted something comfortable, like one of those fancy mattresses that form to my body. My ass was going to fall off soon from this hard thing I’d been lying on.
“And by manage you mean…” I asked.
“Meds.”
Of course he meant meds. “No can do.”
“Damon,” Lizzie whispered. “But—”
“End of discussion. What’s another option?”
“Well.” More shuffling. “Stress management. Find a pattern that triggers them. But when they come, are you willing to take over-the-counter meds?”
“Sure. Nothing narcotic or addictive in any way, shape, or form. Just got clean from that shit.”
A gasp to my right had me turning my head. That’d been Lizzie. “What’s wrong?”
“Ah, nothing.”
She was so lying. I thought having sat with me for all those weeks she’d known about my stint as a drug addict. Thanks to that ass monkey, Walker.
The sound of scribbling across the paper reminded me of scratching a rock on my driveway as a kid, since I didn’t have chalk. It was loud and obnoxious. Had to be the doctor. “What’s going on?”
“Writing down some instructions,” he said. “You realize I gave you a dose of pain medication with this last headache.”
“Figured, I feel like shit.” Sluggish and out of control. I hated that. Almost as much as I hated being blind. “No more meds. Make a note.”
He huffed, and I heard him stomp away. “Wait. When can I get out of here?”
“Observation for a day or two more. A few more tests.”
Shit. I wanted to get outside. Breathe some non-sterile air. “Doc.”
From what I could tell, he stopped.
“Can you make another note allowing me outside? I’m not sick. I’m blind. If you need to do more tests to be able to tell me when I’m gonna see again, then fine. But I want to walk around outside before I melt down.”
“Sure.” The door clicked shut.
A set of warm fingers clasped my wrist. “Why won’t you take meds? That—that was bad.”
“You’re telling me. I thought my head was going to split open. What was that you did with the talking about the beach? That was awesome.”
“Well, I know a little about calming down. I mean, when I’m not passing out from not being calm.” She laughed. It was a nervous laugh, judging by the waver in her voice. “It was my safe place. I tried to take you there to help.”
