“You guys are charging us up the asshole for every tissue Easy is using, and you can’t seem to get the results from an MRI?” Gambler grunted.
This wasn’t the first time I had heard something like that, and it wasn’t going to be the last.
I completely sympathized with what Gambler was saying, though. It was not cheap to be in the hospital, and I was trying to get Easy discharged as soon as I could. But not until the test results came back.
“Dad,” Greta scolded. “Don’t be mad at Birdie. She’s doing everything she can.”
Gambler flopped back in his chair and grunted.
I logged out of the computer and moved over to Easy. “Are you feeling okay otherwise?” I asked him.
“Just a headache when the pain meds wear off,” he shrugged.
That was what was worrying me. “Let me finish up my rounds, and then I’ll take a trip down to radiology to see what the hold-up is.” I wasn’t sure I would get any answers, but that was the most I could do right now.
I slipped out of the room and closed the door softly behind me.
Easy seemed better today, but I was still worried about what was going on with him.
And as far as the people in that room and all the other ones in the waiting room were concerned, I was the one who was going to figure everything out.
God help me because I was going to need it.
Chapter Two
Easy
“Maybe we should transfer you to a different hospital.”
Greta glared at Dad. “What good would that do? The only other hospital even remotely close is Hudson, and I wouldn’t even trust taking a chicken there.”
“And that is saying a lot because chickens are devil birds.” Luna glanced at Mom and quirked her lips. “Devil. Birds,” she enunciated slowly.
“Better off taking him to Greta’s clinic,” Mom agreed.
“I’m not going anywhere but home,” I grunted. “As soon as Doc gets my results back, I’m busting out of here.”
“You’re assuming everything is going to come back clear.” Dad shook his head. “I’m telling you, Grant, a guy in his twenties does not just pass out without there being a reason.”
“Way to stay positive,” Luna chuckled. “I’m surprised you aren’t picking out his tombstone.”
“Quiet, Prospect,” Dad hissed. “I didn’t ask you your opinion.”
And that is when you knew tensions were high. Dad and the rest of the club never pulled out the prospect card unless they were stressed or pissed.
I would say Dad was both of those.
Luna held up her hands defensively.
“Stop it, Gambler,” Gwen scolded. “There isn’t a point in being an ass to everyone. We just have to wait a little bit longer, and we’ll have the answers we want.”
I laid my head back and closed my eyes.
I’m sure we would have answers soon, but I just hoped they were the ones we had all been hoping for.
Dad had said it out loud many times, but each time, I had fought against believing his concern. I was young, healthy, and had no prior problems, so I shouldn’t be passing out.
But I had.
