CHAPTER 24
“The good news is I don’t see anything worrisome. No concussion or anything, and aside from maybe a little bit of a headache and soreness, I think you’re going to be just fine.”
Gloria was so used to bringing her daughter to see Dr. Bell it felt backwards being the one sitting on the exam table for a change — especially an exam table in a room painted with ladybugs and grasshoppers and filled with little kids’ books and Highlights magazines.
“What about pain meds?” Derek asked. “Should we get her some Tylenol or Advil or anything?”
“We could if she wants, but I’m guessing she wouldn’t take you up on that suggestion.” Dr. Bell smiled at Gloria, who had earned something of a reputation at the clinic for her preference for homeopathic remedies.
The inside joke was lost on Dere
