swirling around me.
“I think, Mr. Peterson, I need to take him to emergency first. I’m getting a bad feeling here.” Trisha came forward and helped me to steady myself.
“Yeah, that seems like a good idea. Do you need my help?”
“No, Trisha, I’m fine. I just need some whiskey and I will be running on my own legs,” I said, panting hard.
“No way I’m leaving you like this. We are going to emergency right now,” she said, and dragged me to the cab.
***
“Is he going to be fine, doc?” Trisha asked doctor who attended me.
“Yes, he would be okay if he gets enough rest for his body. But if he drinks again, he may hurt his liver. He drank too much this time.”
Trisha was holding one hand on her mouth.
Apparently, the oblique where the bullet cut me a month ago had damaged my liver. And if I drink more, my liver would fail. Bummer. I was so hoping to drink away my life and enjoy it in the fog of unconsciousness. Now, Nikki would keep haunting me like a ghost. My heart twitched with her memory.
“I found one interesting thing in his body.” He pushed the scan report over the light board. “Look at his shoulder muscles. It was twisted before and somehow it’s back to normal. I checked his medical record and he experienced a cycling pain and now he won’t feel that.”
Trisha was listening to him without understanding a single thing he was saying, I could tell. But his words tickled my mind. “Do you mean I can go back to MMA?” A beam of light flashed toward my future.
“You are not going anywhere until you get some rest.” Trisha scowled me.
“Okay, babes.”
“Yes. If this pain is what put you out of the game, now you may go back, but with caution.”
Yes. My mind cheered up with the news. MMA was better than alcohol and booze. I could just live on the thrill it gave me. I wish I had been beaten by that bouncer a long time ago.
“But you have to rest for at least fifteen days before starting with any sport,” the doctor said firmly.
“Aye, aye captain.” I couldn’t stop grinning.
“I’m going to take care of you for these fifteen days,” Trisha said.
“Sure, Trisha.” I stood up, still with pain, and kissed her on her forehead. My happiness was spreading in my body and the pain was vanishing. “Let’s go to home. I’m so hungry now.” My mind was already making plans for my diet, energy drinks and training sessions.
“Thanks, doctor,” Trisha said.
“Take it easy, young man.” The doctor pressed my shoulder gently.
“I will.” I wouldn’t jeopardize my career this time with foolish decisions anymore . I waved him goodbye and walked outside.
“It’s gonna be fun, Trisha. What do you think of being my event manager?”
“Event manager?” she asked, puzzled.
“Yes, once I get back to MMA, I’m gonna need one. And you are the only one I can trust right now.”
“That sounds great.” Her face lit up with a sweet smile.
Chapter 10
Nikki
Three days had passed since I had slept at Carrie’s place. Stephen turned out fine; he was just hungry, which Carrie couldn’t understand. Gerome moved into my house, since he had no other place. I thought he would try to come closer, but it turned out he was busy enjoying drinks and his old friends, all MMA fighters, apparently. We hardly came face to face, and whenever we met, he rumbled and mumbled about his sacrifice and emotions, concerns. Whenever I couldn’t listen to his crap, I walked out of there. I didn’t care what he thought. The fact that he came back annoyed me a lot. Fortunately, he was taking it slow and didn’t try to come onto me, or make any other move I would feel awkward about.
But this was how I spent my days physically; emotionally, it was a different story. My own thoughts about Tristan were screwing up my day and night. The decision I’d come to was biting me. I was just trying to find excuses to go and meet him, but till now, the fact that Gerome was my husband held
“I think, Mr. Peterson, I need to take him to emergency first. I’m getting a bad feeling here.” Trisha came forward and helped me to steady myself.
“Yeah, that seems like a good idea. Do you need my help?”
“No, Trisha, I’m fine. I just need some whiskey and I will be running on my own legs,” I said, panting hard.
“No way I’m leaving you like this. We are going to emergency right now,” she said, and dragged me to the cab.
***
“Is he going to be fine, doc?” Trisha asked doctor who attended me.
“Yes, he would be okay if he gets enough rest for his body. But if he drinks again, he may hurt his liver. He drank too much this time.”
Trisha was holding one hand on her mouth.
Apparently, the oblique where the bullet cut me a month ago had damaged my liver. And if I drink more, my liver would fail. Bummer. I was so hoping to drink away my life and enjoy it in the fog of unconsciousness. Now, Nikki would keep haunting me like a ghost. My heart twitched with her memory.
“I found one interesting thing in his body.” He pushed the scan report over the light board. “Look at his shoulder muscles. It was twisted before and somehow it’s back to normal. I checked his medical record and he experienced a cycling pain and now he won’t feel that.”
Trisha was listening to him without understanding a single thing he was saying, I could tell. But his words tickled my mind. “Do you mean I can go back to MMA?” A beam of light flashed toward my future.
“You are not going anywhere until you get some rest.” Trisha scowled me.
“Okay, babes.”
“Yes. If this pain is what put you out of the game, now you may go back, but with caution.”
Yes. My mind cheered up with the news. MMA was better than alcohol and booze. I could just live on the thrill it gave me. I wish I had been beaten by that bouncer a long time ago.
“But you have to rest for at least fifteen days before starting with any sport,” the doctor said firmly.
“Aye, aye captain.” I couldn’t stop grinning.
“I’m going to take care of you for these fifteen days,” Trisha said.
“Sure, Trisha.” I stood up, still with pain, and kissed her on her forehead. My happiness was spreading in my body and the pain was vanishing. “Let’s go to home. I’m so hungry now.” My mind was already making plans for my diet, energy drinks and training sessions.
“Thanks, doctor,” Trisha said.
“Take it easy, young man.” The doctor pressed my shoulder gently.
“I will.” I wouldn’t jeopardize my career this time with foolish decisions anymore . I waved him goodbye and walked outside.
“It’s gonna be fun, Trisha. What do you think of being my event manager?”
“Event manager?” she asked, puzzled.
“Yes, once I get back to MMA, I’m gonna need one. And you are the only one I can trust right now.”
“That sounds great.” Her face lit up with a sweet smile.
Chapter 10
Nikki
Three days had passed since I had slept at Carrie’s place. Stephen turned out fine; he was just hungry, which Carrie couldn’t understand. Gerome moved into my house, since he had no other place. I thought he would try to come closer, but it turned out he was busy enjoying drinks and his old friends, all MMA fighters, apparently. We hardly came face to face, and whenever we met, he rumbled and mumbled about his sacrifice and emotions, concerns. Whenever I couldn’t listen to his crap, I walked out of there. I didn’t care what he thought. The fact that he came back annoyed me a lot. Fortunately, he was taking it slow and didn’t try to come onto me, or make any other move I would feel awkward about.
But this was how I spent my days physically; emotionally, it was a different story. My own thoughts about Tristan were screwing up my day and night. The decision I’d come to was biting me. I was just trying to find excuses to go and meet him, but till now, the fact that Gerome was my husband held
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