Do Over by Emily Evans

Author:Emily Evans [Evans, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-07-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Trey passed me and sank onto the edge of the conference table. I hurried over and stuck a hand over the wound, trying to hold back the blood, but red dripped through my fingers, spreading over the back of my hand, warm, wet. My wide eyes focused on his injury. “Trey.”

Dad entered the room with a local medic on his heels. The medic said in a controlled tone, “Move out of the way.”

I didn’t move. My eyes searched Trey’s.

“Head wounds bleed a lot. Step back so I can examine him.” The medic cupped Trey’s shoulder. “Lay back.”

Dad grabbed both my arms and moved me down to the end of the table. I latched onto Trey’s ankle, keeping my gaze glued to his pale face and the medic’s efforts. The medic cleaned the wound and tacked Steri-Strips along the edges to pull the sides closed. Trey winced, his mouth tight with pain, but he didn’t say anything. In an attempt at a comforting gesture, I patted the top of his sneakers.

When the medic spoke, he addressed Dad. “Take standard concussion precautions. If there’s any problem, bring him in.” He ran through symptoms to watch for and used a cloth to clean up.

Trey must be really out of it to let him because he hated being babied.

Dad nodded. “I can’t get a hold of his parents. But I’ll keep an eye on him.” He turned to me. “Are you okay to drive him home?”

I swallowed and nodded.

Dad grabbed a spare uniform jersey from the shelf and tossed it to me. “Put this on.”

I caught the jersey, frowning from it to my blouse. There were blood smears across the front. I touched the splotch lightly and eyed Trey’s wound again.

Hand braced against the edge, Trey hopped off the table.

The medic assessed his stance. “Any dizziness? Where are you?”

“No. Coach’s office.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and tugged the jersey over my head. The hem fell to the end of my miniskirt, but I didn’t bother to tie it up.

Dad got the door. “Put him in your brother’s room. Call me if he stops acting normal.”

***

Trey had been in the shower a long time. Had he gotten dizzy? Collapsed? I used the side of my fist to knock on the guest bathroom. Bang. Bang. Bang. “You okay?”

The running water shut off. “Unless you’re going to join me, leave me alone to take a shower.”

“Yeah, okay. Sorry.” I turned away from the door. The sound of running water began again. Bang. Bang. Bang. “But you’re all right? No dizziness?”

“I’m fine.”

***

Trey, wearing a pair of my brother’s black sweat pants and no shirt, shifted against my brother’s dark blue sheets and pulled the matching comforter over his chest. “You’re brother’s a sophomore at college?”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t come home too much. Not since my parents split.”

“I’m fine. I should go.”

“If your parents are out of town, Dad’s not going to give in.” I smoothed a hand against the puffy comforter and lightly touched Trey’s arm.

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