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After watching Brody suffer his concussion, Ryan could not sleep. She laid in bed and dozed fitfully at best, giving up around seven a.m. She dressed quietly to avoid waking Lara and went for a walk. After close to an hour, she still was not ready to return to the hotel. She found a diner a block away and went in and ordered some coffee. When her phone rang, she grabbed for it. “Hello.” “Hi, Ryan? This is Bax. Chuck Baxter.” “Hi, Bax. How are you?” Her stomach tied in knots; why would Bax call unless it was bad news? “I’m fine. Listen, Brody wanted me to call you. I don’t know if you know, but he got hit in the game last night.” She swallowed. “Yeah, I know. I saw. How is he? It looked pretty bad.” “He’s got a concussion. That’s why I’m calling. He’s at home, but last word is he’s got a monster headache—which is not unusual—and he needs time to rest. I know you must be worried, but I wanted to tell you to give him a few days.” “Okay.” “Look, Ryan, don’t worry too much about this. You probably won’t Ataşehir escort bayan hear from him for a few days, but that’s par for the course; I’m not even going to call him for a while. He needs some time for things to settle down and then he’ll see the doc and they can gauge how he’s doing.” “Okay.” Ryan closed her eyes and took a long, slow breath. “Thanks for calling, Bax. I didn’t know what to do.” “It’s not a problem. And I know it’s scary. I had a concussion a couple of years ago and those first few days after aren’t easy, but we know more than we did even then. We’ve got a good medical staff and no one’s going to rush him back.” “He’ll probably be doing that himself,” Ryan said. “He’ll hate not being able to play.” “Yeah, probably. It’d be like you hurting your hand or something.” She winced. “Don’t say things like that, Bax, you’ll jinx me.” “I thought only athletes were superstitious like that.” He chuckled. “Oh, trust me, we all have our little Escort Ümraniye . . . quirks.” Ryan rubbed her forehead. “I believe you. So, how is everything going?” “Really well, thanks. We have a show later today.” “Good—no, wait, I have to say ‘break a leg,’ right?” “If you want to. I’m not picky, and that’s for the theater anyway.” “All right. Good luck, break a leg, whatever it is. Hope you have a good show, Ryan.” “Thanks, Bax, and thanks for calling. If you see Brody, tell him I miss him, and to call me when he feels up to it.” “Will do. Bye, Ryan.” She said goodbye and ended the call, relieved to have some news about Brody although she was still worried. Ryan knew that concussions were unpredictable and their effects cumulative. The post-concussion symptoms could last for months. She had read how concussions had ended more than one career in sports, and sometimes not until a year or two later. Her coffee sat, getting cold, as she tried not to be swamped Bostancı escort by such fears. A plate landed in front of her and Ryan looked up in surprise. “Here, eat,” Lara said as she dropped into the opposite chair. “Good morning to you, too.” Ryan waited for her heart to stop racing. “Did you have to do that?” “Eat,” Lara repeated. “I know you haven’t eaten.” “I’m so predictable.” Ryan broke off a piece of the muffin and ate it. “How did you know where I was? And thanks.” “It’s not like there are a lot of options around here, and you’re welcome. Everything okay?” “Yeah, it is. As okay as it can be.” She filled Lara in on Bax’s phone call. “I’m glad to know, I just wish I could do more.” “And you’re still worried,” Lara observed. “Are you going to be okay tonight?” “Sure, on both counts.” Ryan shrugged. “I have to be, don’t I? It’s not like I can do anything for him, and playing will keep my mind off it.” “He’ll be all right, Ryan.” Lara squeezed her hand. “He’s in top shape and you know they’ve got great doctors.” “I know. Thanks. I guess I’d feel better if I could talk to him myself.” “You will. Just give it a couple more days. Maybe Bax will call again with an update.” “I hope so.” Ryan sighed. “I never expected stuff like this while I was on tour, either.” Lara gave her a sympathetic smile.

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