“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not the boss of me?” Wesley challenged.
“This isn’t about me being the boss.” Galen solemnly shook his head. “This is to give your granddaughter peace of mind.”
“She seems fine.” Wesley was blasé.
“She saw her mother,” Galen said. “She was making plans to cross over and face a magical serial killer to find you.”
What little color Wesley had drained from his face, but Galen continued. “You’ve been through an ordeal. I don’t like bullying you, but this needs to happen for things to be okay for your granddaughter.”
Wesley grumbled, but finallyconceded. “Fine.”
Anderson smiled. He didn’t seem worried in the least that Wesley was going to shut him down. “We’re lining up the tests. We’re going to get you a good dinner. You’re going to stay overnight,” Anderson said.
“You seem pretty certain of yourself,” Wesley argued.
“You love your granddaughter and don’t want her to worry,” Anderson replied.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Wesley shifted his eyes to me. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I love you too,” I assured him. “I’ll stay for your tests. All night.”
Wesley balked. “No, you will not. You need rest. Apparently I do too.”
“If you get a good night’s sleep, you might remember more,” Galen noted.
“That would be nice,” Wesley agreed. “Here’s hoping everything becomes clear in the morning.”
WE WAITED UNTIL WESLEY HAD BEEN WHEELEDout for his tests to question Anderson further.
“Should I be worried?” I asked.
“He seems okay, if a little confused,” Anderson replied. “I’m hopeful he’ll make a full recovery.”
“That does nothing to placate my worry,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I think I should stay here,” I told Galen.
“That would be a mistake,” Anderson countered. “Wesley won’t rest if he’s worried about you, and you won’t have the energy to bully Wesley into taking it easy tomorrow if you don’t get some sleep.”
“He’s my grandfather,” I argued.
“He’s going to get a lot of tests tonight, then he’s going to sleep. There’s nothing you can do for him right now. If you’re home sleeping, perhaps he won’t feel self-conscious.”
“That’s what he’s worried about,” Galen said. “He doesn’t want you seeing him as weak.”
“He’s been through an ordeal.”
“The best thing for him is sleep,” Anderson said. “I’ll text you after his tests are complete. I believe he’ll be fine.”
He was earnest enough that I sighed, giving in. “Fine.” I wasn’t done. “Someone should watch his room,” I insisted to Galen. “He’s probably safe, but I want to be certain.”
Galen was matter-of-fact. “I’ll put a detail on his room. We’ll stay until they get here. Will that help you rest?”
I wasn’t certain anything would help me rest, but I nodded.
Galen glanced at Anderson. “You’re not going to fight me on that?”
“Nope.” Anderson smiled. “I want everybody to be comfortable. The best thing for everybody involved is a good night’s sleep.”
Galen whipped out his phone. “I’ll have everything set within twenty minutes.”
