canât, thatâs when Iâm walking out of this place,â Gus said as they walked through the front door.
âIf you can walk on your own two feet, more power to you. And since youâre the man in charge, tell this nice receptionist why weâre here.â
Gus gave the receptionist a charming smile followed by a wink and a tug on that mustache.
âYoung lady, my grandson here canât seem to get a date on his own so he wanted me to pretend to be elderly and tell you that I canât seem to form a sentence.â
âGus,â Remington warned.
âMy grandson thinks Iâve had some kind of attack.â
The receptionist asked a few more questions, and then directed them to a room down the hall. Within minutes they were joined by a nurse and then a doctor. There were questions about the symptoms of Gusâs attack, about his state of mind afterward. The doctor explained that he wanted to do tests and that he might possibly admit Gus overnight just to observe him. Two TIAs in two days wasnât something they wanted to ignore.
âDo you think they might feed me some lunch in this place?â Gus asked as they placed an IV. âMy grandson didnât even let me eat lunch.â
âMr. Jenkins, weâll get you something to eat,â a nurse soothed. âLetâs get you settled and weâll have some broth.â
Gus held up a hand. âIâve got a hankering for chicken and I want it fried, not boiled and all the good stuff taken out.â
Remington sighed.
The nurse offered him a sympathetic look. âItâs okay. Weâre used to this behavior. It might seem as if your grandfather isnât acting himself but that can be a symptom of a TIA. You understand TIA, donât you, Mr. Jenkins? Transient Ischemic Attack. It can be a precursor to a stroke, so we do want to take all necessary precautions.â
Gus groaned. âI told you theyâd talk to me like Iâm five and youâre the adult.â
âGus, you arenât exactly being pleasant. Or mature.â
âWell, you try getting stuck with a needle, being wrapped up in a paper gown with no back and see how pleasant you are. And I didnât get lunch. My blood sugar levels havenât been right, you know that.â
âIâm going to get out of here so they can do the tests. Iâll be in the waiting room.â
âYouâll probably be at the cafeteria having fried chicken,â Gus called out to him as he left the room.
Remington highly doubted the hospital cafeteria had fried chicken.
When he got to the cafeteria, he found they did have a decent grilled fish. He ordered it and headed for a table at the back of the cafeteria. His phone rang as he sat down. It was his dad calling for an update. He filled them in, told them he didnât think they needed to fly home, then he dug into the surprisingly edible lunch.
When a tray plopped down across from his, he looked up. Sam glanced at the empty seat. âMind if I join you?â
âOf course you can.â His good Texas manners kicked in. He got up and pulled the chair out for her. She shot him a look over her shoulder, but she sat down anyway.
âHowâs Gus doing?â she asked as she cut up her baked chicken.
âHowâd you know?â
âDuke called. He told me I might see you here.â
âHe called to warn you?â
She rolled her eyes. âNo, he was worried about Gus.â
âGus is okay. Well enough to argue and grumble.â He watched as she kept her head down as she tackled the chicken on her tray without seeming to really enjoy it. âBad day on the childrenâs side?â
She nodded and kept eating. One tear trickled down her cheek and she swiped it away. âIâm not sure if Iâm cut out for this job.â
âIt canât be easy.â
âIt isnât.â She pushed aside her tray. âRem, Iâd like
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