A lot of possibilities floated around my head, but I wasn’t going to say any of them out loud. Not yet.
“He said he had a headache for a few days, and his vision was blurry,” the woman reminded me.
I had seen her before, but I didn’t know who she was.
“I’m his mom,” the woman blurted. “Gwen.”
Oh. Oh. I reached out my hand to her and strained to smile. “I’m Dr. Birdie.”
Gwen shook my hand. “I know. I don’t mean to be rude, but I just want answers on what is wrong with Grant.”
I hated this part of my job. Not knowing what was wrong with a patient while their family and friends looked at me like I had all the answers.
I certainly didn’t this time.
“Right now, I don’t have any answers.” I nodded down the hallway to Easy’s room. “Why don’t we head into his room, and we can talk there.”
“I’m sorry, Birdie,” Greta cringed. “We shouldn’t have bombarded you in the hallway like this.”
They headed down to Easy’s room, and I followed closely behind.
Easy was propped up in the bed, and we gathered around him. There was also an older man sitting in the corner.
“What’s the word, Doc,” the man asked.
“Jesus, Dad. Can you give her a second to catch her breath?” Easy laughed. “It’s not like I’m on my deathbed or something.”
Gwen gasped and closed her eyes. “Can you please not say that, Grant?”
Luna put her arm around Gwen and pulled her to her side.
“Mom,” Greta cried.
I looked from Greta to Gwen. Then to Easy and back to Greta.
Greta was Easy’s sister? Small world.
Things had been a whirlwind the past twenty-four hours, and no one had taken a second to tell me who was who or how they were all connected.
“Everyone stops talking except for the doc,” Easy’s dad growled.
All eyes turned to me.
“Uh, well...” I stammered.
“Did you sticking him in that box to take pictures show you anything?” Easy’s dad stood and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Gambler,” Gwen hissed. “Calm down.”
“Dammit, Gwen. I want some damn answers as to why our twenty-something son dropped like a ton of bricks yesterday.”
I stepped to the computer at the side of the room and logged in.
“It was probably nothing,” Easy sighed. “Just let me out of here, Doc.”
That was not going to happen. Not before we figured out why a seemly healthy man in his twenties passed out.
“I’m just going to check to see if the test results came back.” Five minutes ago, they hadn’t been there, and even if they were there now, I wasn’t going to tell them. I scrolled through his chart, but there wasn’t anything new. “Nothing yet. I’ll finish up my rounds and then check to see what the holdup is.”
