I looked around and saw that, despite our earlier upset, everyone was now back in their seats. My mother did not look happy, but she didn’t appear to be on the verge of fleeing anymore, thank goodness. Aside from the bandage on his head, Barry didn’t look any worse than he’d been when he had first arrived. Although, I would admit, that wasn’t all that reassuring. I turned to him first.
“Barry, would you like for one of us to bring you to the hospital? You might have a concussion.”
“No, I’m okay. I want to finish this. Maybe after…maybe someone could bring me to a…a clinic.” His hands were starting to shake even worse. I was proud of him for wanting to pursue his sobriety, though.
“One of us can definitely help you with that,” I assured him. Between Devon, myself, and Robert, we would ma
