Page 52 of Dare to Trust

“Mr. Reyes?”

Mr. Reyes, wow, haven’t been that in a while.

I turn to the voice and nod. “Okay. How are you…does your head hurt?”

I sigh, and suddenly I return to the real world. “My arm,” I say. But I can’t lift it. Can’t even point to it.

“I know. It’s banged up pretty good, but we’re going to get you fixed up. Your friend said you are a violinist.”

My friend? Fuck, Fynn. “Is he—”

“He’s fine, unfortunately you took the brunt of the hit.”

I exhale and my body relaxes in the bed. I stare at the ceiling tiles and all those tiny little pencil-sized holes.

“You any good at the violin?”

I smile. “Very.”

The doctor smiles back at me.

“Do you want me to call him?” Fynn asks.

I shake my head. “No, I don’t want him to worry.”

“He’s gonna worry more when he hears this on the news and not from you.”

Fynn’s right. But I don’t really know anything yet. “Let’s wait until we get a definitive answer. Plus, he has a game. He’s on the ice right now.”

Fynn grabs the remote and tries to find the game. He can only find New York teams playing and they aren’t playing Colorado. We settle on a game, anyway. My eyes are just beginning to drift closed when the surgeon comes in.

“Mr. Reyes,” he sticks out his hand and I shake it. “It’s great to meet you. Sorry it has to be like this, but I love your music.”

I nod and glance at my left arm and hand now encased in foam and cloth.

“Don’t worry, I will get you fixed up. You’ll be playing again in no time.” He places the x-rays on the screen next to the bed and moves it toward me, pointing out the crack in my wrist and the broken ring finger.

“It will take a couple of surgeries…” the doctor is saying. “And your finger will be a bit bent from now on, but fully functional. Good thing you didn’t have a wedding ring on.” He quips….

Wedding ring?

“Guess it’s a good thing I don’t have the need for one of those.”

“Very.”

Fynn eyes me and I shrug.

“We’re going to prep you for surgery right away, okay?”

“Sure,” I nod. “Let’s get it done.”

Chapter thirty-three

My number is not the one he is used to seeing on his phone, so that is going to be a red flag.

“Fynn, what’s wrong?”

“Can’t I just be calling to say good game?”

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