SamSam’s day started off in Dr. Dash’s office, going through test after test. He knew the typical drill for concussions, but this was much more in depth. Biting his tongue was all Sam could do to hide his annoyance. He wondered what walking on his heels or touching his finger to his nose told the doctor about his headaches, but who was he to question? As the doctor talked, Tyler sat out of the way and texted busily.
It was better that Tyler relay the info than him. Sam was doing his best to concentrate on what the doc was saying, but his focus was off. At least this way, if Sam missed something important, Tyler would pick up on it. Everything about this visit was important, but his brain was only focused on one thing: how long it would be before he could get back on the ice.
He hated bei
