I tipped my head to the side and drummed my fingers on the counter. “Well, yes. He’s a very smart man and does tend to use some pretty big words, but I understand him.”
“Do you understand him because you’re a doctor?” Gambler called. “Because this dumb biker doesn’t understand a lick that he says.”
“We just need to better understand why Easy can’t see,” Gwen explained.
Oh. I could understand why Easy was having a hard time understanding Dr. Gus. “Uh, well, I haven’t looked at his chart or talked to Dr. Gus, but I would assume the reason why your vision is worse is that there might be some damage to the blood vessels and nerves. Did he say anything about your vision when you talked to him?”
“He mentioned something, but it was a lot of big words we didn’t understand. When we asked, he just used different big words,” Easy grunted. “The guy is a genius, but I need him to dumb things down for me.”
“Oh, I see.” I quirked my lips. “Dr. Gus is a genius, but his interpersonal skills could use a little bit of help.”
“A fuck ton of help,” Gambler hollered.
“Do you think you could maybe be a sort of a translator when Dr. Gus comes around?” Gwen asked.
I wasn’t too sure how much Dr. Gus would appreciate that. Though he might not have an issue with it because Easy and his family wouldn’t ask a ton of questions. I’m sure Dr. Gus was wondering why they kept asking the same ones. “Uh, I mean, maybe?”
“He’s supposed to be around this afternoon.” Easy sighed. “Though we don’t know when. These doctors don’t seem to be on any type of schedule.”
I glanced at the clock and frowned. I still needed to get my brownies in the oven and put away a load of laundry. “I can call the nurse's station and see if they know around what time Dr. Gus will be there. I need to finish up a few things, and then I’m free.” I had planned to do nothing but watch TV and eat brownies for dinner, but those plans were easily changed.
“Are you sure?” Easy asked. “I didn’t realize you weren’t working when I called.”
“Doctors do get a day off every now and then,” I chuckled. “And I don’t have a problem coming in to help.”
“Oh, good,” Gwen called. “If he comes closer to dinner, you can eat with us. Meg mentioned she was making eggplant parmesan.”
My mouth salivated at the mention of Meg cooking. “I’m in.” I would much rather have eggplant parmesan than a pan of brownies for dinner.
Gambler chuckled. “I think we should have led with Meg’s cooking. Doc would have been here already.”
He wasn’t wrong. “I’ll talk to the nurse’s station, and then I’ll be up when I’m done doing a few chores around my house,” I promised.
“Thank you, Birdie,” Easy called.
I ended the call and stared down at my phone.
What in the what?
How did I go from a perfectly normal day off to now heading to the hospital to be a sort of translator for Easy?
Life was downright weird sometimes.
Chapter Seven
Easy
Dr. Gus walked out, and I was even more confused.
“Are you sure that was English he just spoke?” Dad drawled. “Swear to God, that was Greek.”
Dad was not wrong. “You wanna tell us what Dr. Gus was saying?”
Birdie said she was just going to stay in the corner of the room and just listen to what Dr. Gus had to say, then give us the dumbed-down version.
“That was a lot of big words,” Birdie laughed. “I might have to have a word with him and try to explain to him that not everyone he talks to is a brain surgeon.” She stood and pushed up her sleeves.
“Was any of that good news?” Mom asked.
