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that what you meant to say?” I spoke without barking.
    â€œEllie, please have a seat,” Leon corrected.
    We sat. The chairs were close enough for Mac to take my hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. I don’t like doctors but Leon was almost okay. Maybe the green scrubs made him seem less scary. He looked very like Hawkeye.
    Damn, I’d done it again. Now I’d be stuck in Korea. Rain, mud and misery, here we come. Why couldn’t I have flashes from Grey’s Anatomy or ER ? Even Scrubs would be a step in the right direction. And why does it always have to be old television programs?
    Leon sat behind his desk and read quickly over my notes. Then looked at me. “Is there anything unusual you’ve noticed, Ellie?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œHeadaches gone?” He came around his desk, pulled a black pen-like object from his upper pocket and without warning, shone a super-strength light into my eyes.
    â€œUntil you did that.”
    He stopped shining the annoying light. “Headaches gone?”
    â€œMostly.”
    â€œYou don’t make this easy, do you?”
    â€œI’m answering your questions.”
    â€œTell me about these mostly-gone headaches.” He rested back on the edge of his desk.
    â€œIt’s no big deal … migraine-type headaches, occasionally.”
    â€œDescribe what happens.”
    â€œOh … I get a numb or tingling arm, some gaps in my vision, sometimes I feel sick, the pain is intense and usually only on the right side of my head.”
    He nodded. “It’s not uncommon for migraines to follow a head injury.”
    â€œSo it’s no big deal, right?”
    He frowned. “Normally it’s no big deal.”
    I didn’t like the sound of that. ‘Normally’ had a nasty ring to it.
    â€œAnything else I need to know about?”
    Hawkeye never frowned like that. Doctors shouldn’t frown, it’s unprofessional. Why was he still frowning?
    Leon reached for my file, flipped it around, and skimmed a few pages. He asked a series of questions. I answered as well as I could. If he’d asked them about Mac, I could answer in detail but I don’t take much notice of myself. I know I should, but who has time? And Mac’s so good at watching over me.
    I nodded. “I’m fine.” Mac nudged me and mouthed the word ‘nightmares.’ I attempted to silence him with a single crushing look but failed. My heart plummeted. Now the doc would ask me more questions. We’d never get out of here.
    â€œEllie?”
    My mouth opened then shut before the words could escape.
    â€œEllie?”
    I tried again and this time succeeded. “I have been having nightmares.”
    â€œI think that is understandable considering what you both went through.” He paused and seemed to scrutinize me. I’m sure he did: doctors do that penetrating look thing that makes it appear as though they can see inside you. “How are you walking up or down stairs?”
    Wow, didn’t expect that.
    â€œStairs? Usually with my feet – one after the other in a vertical motion.”
    â€œUsually?”
    â€œWhat? You’ve never felt the need to crawl up the stairs?”
    Leon smiled. “No, have you?”
    â€œOnly when I’m really toasted.” After a tequila session.
    â€œAre you going to answer my question regarding the stairs?”
    Mac squeezed my hand. Jeez! “Okay, look, a couple of weeks ago I had trouble walking down some stairs but that was because of a migraine the day before.”
    â€œTrouble how?”
    Leaving the doctor’s office anytime soon felt like a fading notion. “I couldn’t see the edge of the steps and my balance seemed off.”
    He frowned again. He was less Hawkeye-cute when he frowned.
    â€œHave you been walking into things more than usual? More klutzy than you used to be?”
    Mac raised one eyebrow at me. He’d been telling me