The thought of even going on a date with someone else is so unappealing right now.
“I’m putting the blender on,” Marissa warns before she flips the switch.
It’s jarringly noisy but pretty, as the bright green basil leaves transform into pesto sauce.
She pulses it a few times, and on the last round, there’s a different sound that makes me wonder if the blender is malfunctioning. Then I realize someone’s pounding on the sliding glass door, and there’s no way the loud knocking is coming from Jessie’s little fist.
Wyatt’s at the back door, and Jessie’s in his arms. There’s blood on her and she’s crying.
I’m at the door before I’m even aware that I reacted, and I tug on the handle to let them in. “What happened?”
“Mommy!” Jessie holds out her arms to me, and I reach for her, but before I take her, I need to find out what happened and how hurt she is.
There’s a long scrape on her arm that’s bleeding, but it appears to be more messy than deep. I’ll have to clean her up to know for sure.
“What happened? Where are you hurt?” I take her chin in my hand and look into her eyes. I need to know what also might be injured that I can’t see.
I hadn’t noticed Cam, but he comes in from behind Wyatt and speaks up. “She fell off of her playset. We jumped over the fence when we heard her scream.”
“It hurts, Mommy!” She holds her bloodied arm out to me, and I take her from Wyatt and head to the bathroom.
“This is probably going to hurt, too, but I need to get you cleaned up,” I warn her. While I gently clean her injury, I ask her about what happened, using yes or no questions. She continues crying, but nods and shakes her head to answer me.
I find out she fell from the top deck of her playset, which luckily isn’t too high, but is nearly as tall as the fence, which is about six feet. She says her head doesn’t hurt, but she cries harder when I gently touch her wrist, which is starting to swell. Her bleeding stops after some compression, but there’s a nasty scrape on her arm.
“What can we do?” Wyatt asks. He, Cam, and Marissa are all gathered in the doorway.
“I’m going to take her to urgent care to have her checked out. Her wrist might be sprained or broken.”
“We’ll drive you,” Cam says immediately.
“No. That’s not necess?—”
“Yes, can Cam and Wyatt drive us?” Jessie asks, her eyes still sparkling with tears.
They swooped in to help my daughter, and I’m grateful, but I don’t want to be in a car with them. I also don’t want to make a stink about it, if it’s something that will make Jessie feel better. Most of all, I just want to get her seen by a doctor as soon as possible.
“Okay, fine. Let’s go. Right away.”
“We’ll be back in your driveway in two minutes,” Cam says. He and Wyatt both wave and smile at Jessie, and then they’re gone.
“Want me to come, too?” Marissa asks, and I appreciate the offer, and the sympathy in her eyes, but I tell her no.
Now that the crowd has cleared, Goldfish rushes in and licks Jessie’s knee, making her giggle. Her laughter goes a long way toward easing my worry, but I won’t be able to relax until she’s checked for serious injury.
I grab my purse, Jessie’s jacket, and her favorite stuffed toy, and we go out front, where the men arrive as promised. They question me about what type of medical facility I want to go to, but that’s the end of their conversation with me, and I’m grateful.
The ride reminds me of the Goldfish-marshmallow incident, and I vow that we need to stop meeting like this.
CHAPTER 59
STELLA
Though they don’t talk to me, Cam and Wyatt chat with Jessie for most of the ride, and it’s clear they’re trying to distract her from her pain and keep her entertained. They even sing silly songs, reprising the funny voices they used when we played Clue.
I’m grateful to them for keeping my daughter in good spirits, but I also wish they weren’t so damn charming and likeable.
At the urgent care center, they wait in the lobby while Jessie and I go into the exam room. After x-rays and various other tests, including checking for a head injury, which is my biggest worry even though I haven’t seen any signs that concern me, the physician determines that her wrist is sprained. It’s the best outcome, though the injury will require some care, including ice and a brace.
