“You got that right,” I muttered.
“—and then you’ll be on your way home, I’m sure. Right?” Doc asked.
I felt his stare boring into my forehead, and I raised my gaze to meet his. “Right.”
He nodded, but that pointed look of his didn’t fade. “See? Told you so.”
Brielle drew in a broken breath. “Do I need any medicine?”
“Did that Tylenol with codeine treat you okay?”
“Yeah, it did. I’ve still got a couple left, too.”
“Well, stop taking them,” he said as he jammed his hand into his bag. “Codeine increases brain bleed risks in those with compromised brain tissue, which you’ve got.”
He plopped a bottle of extra strength Tylenol on her nightstand.
“That’s it? Tylenol?” I asked.
Doc snapped his bag closed. “Unfortunately, not much takes away a concussion headache. Most pain medications are laced with things that increase bleeding risks, so we can’t give her those until she’s better. Acetaminophen is about the only thing that she can take that won’t come with any serious risks.”
“I’ll take it, then,” Brielle whispered.
I reached my hand up. “Thanks, Doc. We really appreciate it.”
He shook my hand as his face finally softened. “Anytime, day or night. You know the drill.”
“Can I ask one more question?” Brielle asked.
Doc paused. “You can ask as many as you’d like.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and I thought something was wrong. But, before I could grill her on what was happening, the question she blurted out stopped my heart in my chest.
“What about sex?” she asked quickly.
Doc blinked. “What about it?”
Brielle shrugged softly. “Is that… off limits? You know, with the whole ‘no jostling around’ thing?”
I slowly raked my gaze up toward Doc, who simply stood there with a calm and collected smile on his face.
“As long as it isn’t too strenuous for you, sex is just fine,” Doc said.
Brielle drew in a deep breath. “Okay, good to know.”
“Anything else?” he asked.
She buried her head into the pillow. “No, that’s all.”
I thumbed over my shoulder. “You can see yourself out?”
A smirk ticked his cheeks. “I may stop by the kitchen and see if Mav has whipped anything up. But, yes. I can see myself out.”
“Thanks,” I said, settling back down next to Brielle, “payment will be in your account—”
“—before I get home, I know, I know,” he said as he wrapped around the bed and slipped out the door. “And Brielle?”
“Yeah, Doc?”
