Page 41 of The Do-Over
Then she moved her fingers to his still-tender head. He winced.
“Yeah, okay,” she murmured. “I think you’re concussed. Did you hit your head when you crashed?”
“I guess.” That would explain the headache.”
She held up a hand. “How many fingers?”
“Three.”
“Well, that’s something.”
“I don’t think I’m concussed,” he said.
“Right, and I’m definitely going to take your word for it. You’re not the doctor this time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She sounded like she was making a pointed comment of some kind, but he didn’t understand it.
Maybe I am concussed.He couldn’t think of another explanation for how weird Thea had been acting since she’d found him. She hadn’t even expressed any concern for him—or rather, she had, but it had all been on a detached level, as if she didn’t want to leave him in the snow to die but didn’t care much beyond that.
Wasn’t she worried about him?
Didn’t she care that her boyfriend had just been in a serious car accident?
“Thea,” he said, reaching out to take her hand.
She flinched a bit when he touched her, then looked down at him.
“God,” she said. “You’re really spooked.”
“I just…thanks for digging me out.”
“Of course I was going to dig you out,” she said. “I wouldn’t have just left you there, Rob. You know me better than that. Even now.”
“Even now?”
“Do you think you can walk?” She got to her feet. “There’s no hope of getting an ambulance out here in this storm, and the nearest hospital is in Ames. We can go back to my place, though.”
Rob struggled to his feet. “Sure,” he said. “I can walk.”
“Good,” Thea said. “It isn’t far. Let’s go.”
