Page 28 of Deadly Revenge

She pushed his hand away. “I don’t need an ambulance. I’m fine.”

As if to prove it, she pushed herself up to a sitting position. “Ohhh.” She swayed and grabbed her head as she turned pale again with a greenish tint. “Not a good idea, but give me a minute.”

“Told you. Do you need a pan in case you throw up?”

Jenna sucked in a few deep breaths and released them. “I think I’ll be all right. At least I will be when I figure out what happened.”

“What do you remember?”

Jenna pinched the bridge of her nose. “I remember the doorwas open, and I wasn’t going to go in because I didn’t have backup. But then I heard someone inside the house ... guess I thought I could catch them. Next thing I know, I’m looking up into your eyes.”

She winced as sirens announced the arrival of emergency vehicles. Minutes later paramedics rushed into the kitchen, and Max stepped out of the way and explained how he found Jenna.

The lead paramedic, Terry Conner, turned to her. “Were you hit over the head?”

Jenna shook her head. “No. I remember coming into the kitchen and then nothing until Max was bending over me.”

“So, you fainted?”

“No.” She crossed her arms. “Whenever I’ve fainted before, I was lightheaded and knew I was going out—that didn’t happen this time.”

“Mind if I examine you?”

“I’m fine, but go ahead.”

After examining her, Terry said, “Good. Pupils are the same. How do you feel? Any double vision?”

“No. Just a little achy—not really pain, but my head doesn’t feel quite right, probably from smacking the floor.”

“Can you stand?”

“Let’s see.” She climbed to her feet without assistance. “I’m good.”

“Sit down and let me ask you a few questions,” Terry said. “Can you give me the date?”

Jenna sat in a kitchen chair and quickly rattled off the date.

“What day is it?”

“Tuesday.”

“How about counting to ten backwards.”

When Jenna did that successfully, he added, “And the months in reverse order.”

She frowned. “Really?”

He grinned and nodded. “Unless you want to go to the ER.”

Jenna started with December and ended with January. “Is that enough?”

“Yeah, but if anything changes, and I mean anything, get to the ER.”

“I’ll see to it that she does,” Max said.

“See to it that she does what?” Alex’s firm voice came from the doorway as she entered the kitchen.

The paramedic explained the circumstances. “I don’t think she needs a CT scan—she doesn’t exhibit any signs of a concussion. I think she simply fainted.”

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