There was a flurry of activity with Easy’s news.
It was amazing news, but it put an end to whatever was happening between Easy and me.
A little later, Pie arrived to stay the night with Easy, and I was in my car, driving home when everything that had happened today finally caught up to me.
It was crazy how you could be down and worried, and then in the next instant, a hot biker was sweeping you off your feet and making you forget everything but him.
If only I could stay on that high and never come down.
Chapter Thirteen
Easy
“No driving until you see Dr. Gus in two weeks when he’ll evaluate you and decide if any of your restrictions can be lifted,” the nurse read off the sheet in front of her.
“Wait, what?” I called. “I can’t drive?” That was some bullshit.
“You just had brain surgery, Grant. Did you really expect you were just going to hop back on your bike like nothing happened?” Mom chided.
Well, yeah. I was feeling a ton better and was ready to get back to my life. “Two weeks from today?” I asked.
The nurse nodded. “Yes. We’ll get you scheduled before you’re discharged.”
I had been on cloud nine knowing I was being discharged today but had just crashed. There was no way in hell I was going to last two weeks without riding my bike.
Mom was listening to everything the nurse was saying while Dad was pacing the hallway.
You would think he would be happy not to have to come to the hospital every day, but he was on edge about me coming home.
“Knock, knock.”
Birdie.
My vision was about the same as it was last night, but I knew her voice.
“I heard that you’re getting busted out of here.” Her tone was light, and I wished like hell I could see her face.
“That’s what they’re telling me, though I guess I’m not going to be reunited with my bike as soon as I hoped,” I grumbled.
“I would hope not,” Birdie laughed. “I think you need to get your feet back under you and mended a little more before you go for a joy ride.”
“I’m going to have to hide the keys to your bike,” Mom muttered. “Hell, hide the keys to any vehicle you can get to.”
She wasn’t wrong. If I couldn’t drive, I was not going to be fun to be around.
The nurse finished going over the doctor’s orders and said it would be a couple of hours before the discharge was done.
“I’m going to find Gambler and tell him what is going on.” Mom sighed and patted my leg. “He’s been waiting for them to discharge you, and now he’s thinking you need to stay a little longer. The man is going to drive me insane.” She moved out of the room and shut the door behind her.
“How’s the vision today?” Birdie asked. She moved to the foot of the bed and looked down at me.
I shrugged. “About the same. Can make out shapes and light, but no details unless they’re super close.”
“It’ll come,” she mused. “From the looks of the MRI, most of the swelling is down, which means your optic nerve just needs to keep healing.”
“I managed to piece that together when Dr. Gus was here this morning,” I chuckled.
“Sorry I couldn’t be up here. It was pretty crazy in the ER this morning. It’s my last full day down there, so the universe decided to make it a doozy.”
