Fast-Pitch Love by Clay Cormany

Author:Clay Cormany [Cormany, Clay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Astraea Press, LLC
Published: 2014-12-05T05:00:00+00:00

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Martha regained consciousness even before the ambulance arrived and could speak clearly and coherently. But she complained of dizziness and couldn’t recall much of anything that happened after being hit by the ball. Once the squad car zoomed off with red lights blinking, Jace and Phoebe raced to Martha’s station wagon in the parking lot. Right before they left, Sylvia reached over and took his hand.

"I’ll deal with the team," she said. "You need to be with your mom now."

Jace nodded and squeezed her hand before releasing it. He saw genuine concern reflected in Sylvia’s eyes, and he sensed she wanted to say more, but the emergency didn’t allow it.

Once at the hospital, Jace and Phoebe found a parking spot close to the Emergency Room and then followed the signs that led them through a pair of automatic glass doors to the ER’s reception desk.

"We’re here to check on Martha Waldron," said Jace to the matronly woman behind the desk.

"Are you members of her family?" asked the woman.

"Yes, ma’am. I’m her son and this is my sister."

The woman went over to a nearby computer and danced her fingers across its keyboard. She fixed her eyes on the monitor for a few seconds and then came back to Jace and Phoebe.

"Your mother is being examined right now. Take a seat in the waiting room, and a doctor will talk to you shortly."

"Shortly" proved to be nearly an hour. Phoebe, fidgeting in her seat, tried at first to read a magazine but eventually was lured to the television. Other people in the waiting room, their faces creased with worry, hunched in chairs or paced about. Doctors and nurses glided by in scrubs or white coats. Occasionally, they would speak to someone in the waiting room. At one point, a group of people, perhaps seven of them, made a circle and held each other’s hands. Heads bowed, they prayed for someone in desperate need, someone apparently beyond the reach of human help. While Jace watched, he wondered how often scenes like that occurred in this room.

"Jace and Phoebe Waldron?"

The words came from a young, square-jawed doctor wearing green scrubs and holding a clipboard.

"Hello," he said. "I’m Dr. Welsh. I’ve just finished examining your mother, and it looks like she suffered a mild or maybe even a moderate concussion from that softball."

Jace opened his mouth to speak, but Phoebe beat him to the punch.

"Will she be all right?"

"Oh, I think so," Dr. Welsh responded. "Concussions usually aren’t life-threatening to people like your mother who are in good health."

Jace sensed the uncertainty in the man’s voice, and he hesitated before asking, "Can she come home tonight?"

The doctor shook his head. "I think to be safe, we should keep her overnight and run a couple of tests on her. Sometimes the symptoms from a head injury don’t appear right away."

"What kind of tests?" asked Phoebe.

"The main one will be a CAT scan," Dr. Welsh answered. "That will let us see if there’s any bleeding inside your mother’s brain.

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