Lock it down, man. She’s hurt.
Even in the middle of trying to get her foot in so her sneaker doesn’t fall off, she asks me if I’m okay to drive. Can I worship at your altar until the end of my days?
“Yeah, baby. I’m fine. What about you?” She shakes her head. I’ve grabbed her purse and got my feet in my own shoes when I open the door for her. Fuck if I’m going to take the time to say goodbye. But Tommy and I, we’ve got another conversation we need to have at the earliest opportunity. “Where do you wanna go?”
I help her down the stairs best I can, and get us in the car. She still hasn’t answered me. Starting the car, I look over at her; she just keeps looking straight ahead.
“I think I want to go pick up Matty.”
Matty? Okay. The kid’s going to be ecstatic, high as a kite.
Sera’s still cradling that hand to her chest, and with a sinking feeling in my gut I know where she wants to go to next. This wasn’t my idea for a date, but I guess it’s more than my turn to take care of her.
“And I want to go to the hospital. I think my hand’s broken.”
I’m a bat out of hell on the roads, praying that no cops catch me with my lead foot. I get to Mom’s, and even though I called on the drive over, Matty’s shoes still aren’t on and Eddie’s freaking out.
“What’s happened? Is everything all right? Could you please just answer me?”
“Sorry, Eddie,” I say from my crouched position. The kid won’t sit still – he keeps bouncing on his toes with excitement. All because we got home early and he wants to spend time with us. There’ll come a time when he won’t want to be seen with me; hell, maybe he’ll be ashamed of me when he’s older.
I tie up his laces but my hands are clumsy and I can’t get the bunny ears just right.
“Sera’s hurt. I need to take her to the hospital.”
“Sera’s hurt? Daddy, why? Is she tired, too?” Matty says, over my head, rubbing my back like he’s trying to comfort me. My throat gets thick, but I keep concentrating on those fucking bunny ears. Jesus, MacLaine, how long have you been tying your own shoes for? Decades?
“No, she’s not tired, Matty. She hurt her hand.”
I can practically hear him thinking. Eddie leans down next to me to get Matty’s left foot. The old man knows when he’s needed, I’ll give him that.
“What really happened?” Eddie asks in a low voice.
“She punched one of her friends.” Sera told me about it on the drive over.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
Eddie’s silent as he ties Matty’s other shoe efficiently. We’re done at the same time, and get back to our full heights. Matty’s arms stretch out for me to pick him up and I follow orders.
Eddie scratches behind his ear and rewards me with a smile. The old man is going to get me in so much trouble one of these days – he knows too much.
“I’m beginning to like this girl. Bring her by at your earliest convenience.”
Yeah. That’s going to be never.
Chapter 20
“Does this hurt?” I think the dude’s an intern. He’s got the scrubs on all right, but his ID card attached to the chest pocket still has him as Dr. Patel. He could be younger than me, the guy’s so baby-faced.
Maybe they shouldn’t’ve given him the D and R in front of his last name if he’s asking stupid questions – and making Sera hurt even more. “How about that?” she nods, keeps up a brave face but I can tell she’s biting the meat on the inside of her cheek.
I don’t think she wants to freak Matty out. I’m the one who’s freaking out, though.
“Either you have a high pain threshold, or you’re trying to impress me,” the intern says, flashing teeth. Flirting? Are you fucking kidding me?
My hand spasms in Matty’s grip and the kid turns to look up at me, questions in Jules’ eyes. Nope, not going there, not going to explain what happened. I know the kid’s nervous about being here – he hasn’t breathed through his nose not once since we’ve been inside the exam room, and his palm is sweaty.
I don’t know why he hates hospitals or doctors. Probably some traumatic TV show. I don’t want to think about any mystical alternative – like he remembers his mom dying on her way to the hospital. Jules was DOA and Matty was an orphan at eighteen months.
“How did you get this?” The good doctor asks, after writing down Sera’s previous answers. The kid’s nervous energy is starting to crack me up, especially when he starts bouncing on his toes and sending it up my arm. Sera starts to smile but it goes away once she sees Matty’s face, now looking at her and the blue bruise on her hand.