Page 162 of A Lie in Church
“Funny.”
“I will call the doctor.” He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and left.
I took in my surroundings. The room was wide. There was a table by the corner with fresh flowers on top. The long couch was pushed to the wall, and a TV was mounted in front of the bed. I looked down at the hospital gown. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath as I recalled what had happened.
“Where is Tristan?” I asked with my eyes still closed. I waited for an answer but got none.
I opened my eyes, looking at Karen with my right brow raised. She looked uncomfortable. The door opened when I was about to speak, and I could almost swear I saw relief wash over her face. Adrian walked in with a short doctor. The doctor smiled at me as he got closer.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Michael.”
“Hi,” I mumbled.
“How are you feeling?” the doctor asked.
“My head hurts.”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“Okay, miss. I need you to cooperate with me.”
“Okay.” I nodded.
“How many fingers do you see?”
“Three.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I almost rolled my eyes at him.
“How many do you see now?”
“Two,” I replied dryly.
He glanced at Adrian and Karen. Their faces were masked with confusion. He stepped closer and used a penlight to check my eyes, and then he pulled away.
“What?” I asked, feeling left out.
“We are going to keep you here for a few days to make sure there’s no brain injury.”
“How many days?” I mumbled.
“Three to five. Have a nice day, miss.” He left, smiling widely.
“Is it that bad?” I asked, looking at them with a frown.
“I’m sure you’ll be out of here at the end of this week,” Karen said.
“I hope so,” I whispered. “Where is Tri—”
“We’ll be right back. Let’s get you something to eat,” Adrian cut me off.
He took Karen’s hand, and I watched them leave. They were avoiding the question.
I felt a strong urge to pee. I got down from the bed. I rolled the pole where the IV was hanging as I walked to the bathroom. I did my business and decided to rinse my face. I walked to the small mirror hanging above the sink.