Page 37 of Rookie Move
“Tell me exactly what medication you took, please.”
Didn’t he just do that? “Two ordinary Advil. Nothing fancy.”
“Okay. I’m worried about a concussion, Mr. Trevi.”
“Leo,” he corrected. “And I really don’t think it’s that bad.”
“All right,” the doctor said mildly. “If you have nausea or dizziness, you can call me, and if it’s serious, you should always go to the ER or call 911.”
“Got it,” Leo promised. He sure as hell hoped he didn’t have a concussion. What player ever sat out an NHL game because the coach punched him? It was almost impressive how many brand-new ways Leo seemed to have found to fuck up a pro career.
“We’ll speak tomorrow morning,” the doctor said. It was a demand, not a question.
Leo hung up, handed over the phone, then climbed into bed to put a terrible evening to rest. What a disaster.Except for that kiss...
He fell asleep remembering the taste of Georgia on his lips.
***
“Hey. You okay? Can you wake up a sec?”
Leo swam through the stillness of his dreams. He did not want to wake up.
“Earth to Leo. Come in, Leo.”
His eyes opened to find a figure sitting on the side of his giant bed. “Silas?” He sat up in a hurry.
“Sorry to startle you, dude. The doctor asked me to wake you up every three hours. Aren’t you glad you moved in? You get a bedroom, a big rent bill, and a wake-up at two in the morning.”
“Shoulda stayed at the hotel,” Leo mumbled.
Silas laughed. “Let’s make a deal—I’ll tell the doctor I woke you up several times, but instead we’ll both sleep.”
“’Kay. I’m fine, anyway.”Except for the pain in my face.
“I’m sure you are. They take concussions pretty seriously, though. Don’t be shocked if they put you on the injured list a couple of nights just to be sure.”
“Fuck.” He needed to make a contribution to the team, like, yesterday. He couldn’t do that without playing. “Fucking Karl.”
“Dude, you could get Coach in some serious trouble. Shit—you could get that manfiredif you go to the commissioner with this.”
Leo cringed, which hurt the muscles in his face. “Sounds like a bad career move.” He didn’t want to be the rookie who got the coach fired. “O’Doul gets hit worse every other game.”
“O’Doul knows those fights are coming. And he’s wearing a helmet.”
Those were good points. But there was still no way he was going to make a big deal out of this. If anything, he was more determined than ever to play for Worthington. That asshole was going to give him scoring chances and learn to be grateful for it.
That was the idea, anyway.
“You want another hit of Advil?” Silas asked.
“Good idea.”
Silas disappeared into the bathroom and returned a minute later. “Heads up.”
Leo raised his hand just in time to catch the bottle sailing toward him.
“Nice. I can text the doctor that your reflexes are top notch.”
