“I don’ go to have that.” He wanted this to be over.
“I can’t sign off on sending you home unless you at least agree to have a home nurse during the day until you’re steady on your feet.” She stared him down, completely unfazed by his snarling.
He looked at Beau, begging for support here. He just wanted this done.
“We can do that. What kind of qualifications does the nurse need?” Beau was up to something. Sam tried to get his battered brain to work. Was there a cousin who was a nurse?”
“Anyone in home health would work, really. He’s doing great, but I worry about infections, I want to make sure no bugs get in your brain. I want to get your speech better, your balance.”
Beau leveled a hard stare at him. “Frannie is a registered nurse, baby.”
“Fran. Fran. Fran is with Jack. Jackson. Jackson’s wife.”
“Yes.” Beau beamed at him, nodding.
“I like that.” Frannie was a nice girl and made pretty babies. And she loved the dogs. Jackson had three.
“Cool. Do I need to give you her number, Jenny? I can call her, tell her to expect you.” Beau was in on the plan.
“That would be good. We’ll need a speech therapist and a physical therapist, too, along with a plan to transport him.”
“Okay. So do I get a hold of that therapy center that’s closer to home?” Beau grabbed the pen and spiral notebook they’d been using to play tic-tac-toe.
“Dr. Madding can do that for you, he’s dealing with particulars.”
“Oh.” That had Beau grinning again. “Home, Poot.”
“Now?”
Jenny sighed and chuckled. “Can we work on walking across the floor, maybe urinating on your own first?”
He flipped her off.
“I think we can do that. I want to make sure he can pee.” Beau gave him an upright finger in return.
He bit off what he really hoped was a gross string of the filthiest cuss words he knew.
Jenny and Beau both beamed at him, so they must have been partly right. Not that they were supposed to smile at him.
“You want the catheter out now, then?”
No shit.
“He’s been. Well, he waltzes much like he did just now, it could really hurt him.” Flapping a hand, Beau subsided, cheeks red.
“I get you. Let’s get it out, get you on the pot, huh? You handle that, then you get a shower tonight.”
Oh, praise Jesus.
“I guess I have to vacate, huh?” Beau got up and headed for the door, giving his hand a quick squeeze. They always kicked Beau out when they had to change something.
He looked at Jenny, sighed. “I don’t hunt girls seeing at the pecker.”
“I can get a male nurse, if you want.”
“Just go it.”
He needed this done.
