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I shrugged “We don’t know that yet. But when a person has a possible brain injury it is possible that this may last beyond waking. Then again, they could suddenly or gradually remember. No two patients or injuries are the same, Mr. Descalia.”
“So you don’t know,” he snapped.
I shook my head. “Not yet and as the days go by, we will see how incapacitated he is. He may need physical therapy, or even speech therapy.”
“Santo cielo!” he swore in Italian.
“Language, Mr. Descalia,” I admonished his use of the F-word.
“Dannazione, I forgot that you are Italian.” He shook his head.
“Father, he is in no shape to be questioned just yet,” Amadeo spoke up as he stepped in beside me.
Stephano looked at him then at me. “I have no questions for him, figlio. I was asking Dr. Ribisi if it were possible that he doesn’t remember us.”
“It is very possible,” Amadeo replied. “I have been researching this type of thing.” He raised his phone.
“Oh, dios mio, not Google again?” Stephano said in disgust.
Amadeo ignored his father’s comment and read his research from his cell, “Upon waking from a coma, a patient may be very agitated and confused. They may not remember what happened before the coma or have difficulty processing current events. This period is often referred to as Post-Traumatic Amnesia if the coma was caused by atraumatic brain injury.” He raised his gaze. “And I think a plane crash could cause that kind of injury.”
“Oh, is that so, Dr. Amadeo?” his father retorted dryly.
“STOP!”
We turned at Nurse Jocelyn’s shout to see Deacon sliding out of the bed and hitting the floor. His IV stand tipped and the nurse grabbed it.
“He looks very agitated, si,” Stephano noted.
Tito came around the side of the bed.
Tucking his cell into his breast pocket, Amadeo rushed over.
Both men reached for Deacon.
He let out a screeching yell as he raised his hands up to fight them.
I ran over and stepped close to Deacon to speak quietly, “You are further injuring yourself. Please allow them to get you back into bed.”
At my voice, Deacon seemed to instantly calm as his body went limp.
Tito and Amadeo lifted him up then placed him back onto his bed.
“Please give us time to help you,” I again spoke to him softly. “No one here shall hurt you,” I told him, then I lookedover to meet Stephano’s gaze. “I am his doctor and I will help him to recover.” I swung my gaze to Valencia.
Her face was blotchy red as she looked extremely upset.
I met her terrified gaze and said in a much louder voice, “As long as I am his doctor, no one will harm Mr. Walker.” I turned my head to look at Deacon.
Settling in the bed, his body trembled as he was fighting for air. He truly was in a weakened state as he rasped out, “W-who is…Mr…Walker?”
Chapter Eleven:Bedside Manner
Amadeo
I glanced over at Deacon. Two things had just happened here that I did not see coming. Deacon awakening and with absolutely no memory.
“Assolutamente no, cazzo!”No fucking way!my father swore loudly.
