Elias
I watch the nurse take my pulse as she holds my hand, and I inhale deeply. She’s older and motherly—the kind you want looking after you.
“How’s the headache?” she asks.
“Still there.”
She smiles and gets her flashlight and shines it in my eyes to inspect my pupils.
“You have a serious concussion. You’re very lucky to be alive, young man.”
I hear chatter from outside, and Deelan appears at the door.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” I smirk at the worry on his face.
He rushes to my side.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
“He is not fine,” the nurse interrupts. “He got hit by a car. He could have been killed. As it is, he has a very serious concussion.”
Deelan drags his hand down his face.
“Jesus.”
“He’s staying in for the night, and as long as all his preliminary tests come back clear in th
