Tanner (American Extreme Bull Riders Tour Book 1) by Sarah Mayberry

Author:Sarah Mayberry [Mayberry, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2017-05-08T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Tanner woke to blackness and a fuzzy sensation in his head. His first thought was that he’d hit the bourbon with the boys after the Invitational. That was the only explanation he could come up with for the way his head felt—as though it wasn’t quite attached to his body.

He worked his tongue around his mouth, which was dry as dust. Something nagged at the back of his mind. Something important.

He was supposed to do something last night, after the event. What was it?

“Hey. Are you thirsty? They left some ice chips for you.”

The sound of Evie’s voice made him turn his head, which was when he realized there was something covering his eyes. Something bulky and padded. He lifted a hand to push it away.

“No, don’t. You need those,” Evie said, her hand catching his and pulling it away from his face.

“Where am I?” he asked, because it was beginning to hit him that something big had happened.

“St Francis Hospital in Tulsa. It’s Monday afternoon. You got kicked in the head last night at the Invitational,” Evie explained quietly.

Her hand squeezed his reassuringly.

“How bad?” he asked, the bull rider part of him already starting to assess how many weeks he’d lose before he could rejoin the tour. He was ahead enough on points that if he came back early enough, there was a chance he’d still qualify for the finals.

“You have a concussion, and you have a fractured eye socket. They call it fracture of the orbit, but it’s the same thing. It’s hairline, so no surgery for that.”

She paused, and there was something in her tone—or maybe it was her phrasing—that clued him in that there was more.

“And?”

“And you have a detached retina. An ophthalmologist flew in this morning from Houston to operate on you. That’s why your throat is maybe a little sore, from the anesthetic.”

It was hard to think straight, questions slipping from his grasp before he could focus on them.

“Dr. Freeman said he’d come by again at about three. That’s only an hour away now,” Evie said. “You want those ice chips?”

“Thanks.”

She released his hand, and he heard the clatter of ice being poured into something. Then she touched his hand again, pressing what felt like a paper cup into his palm.

He lifted the cup and took a couple of chips into his mouth.

“They said you might feel a little nauseous. How are you feeling?” Evie asked.

The ice was cold and exactly what he needed to ease his dry mouth.

“Fine. Did they say how long recovery time is for this sort of thing?”

There was a short pause. “Um, I think you have to wear the bandages for a few days. No driving, reading, stuff like that for a few weeks. But the doctors can tell you all this.”

He’d have to call Johnny B at the ranch and get him to fly in to Tulsa to collect him and his truck. Then it sounded like all he had to do was rest up and he could rejoin the tour.

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