Not even ten seconds later, the door swung open and the first man who treated me after my “job gone bad” incident stood before me.
There weren’t a lot of white people in Everwood, making them the minority.
He was mixed with something, though, and I wasn’t sure if he knew it.
“Ms. James, if your head is hurting, you should go to an urgent care.”
I drew on him, and he took steps back, hands up as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me.
“Where’s the wife and kid?”
He opened and closed his mouth.
“A-Across town at her parents,” he managed to get out, stumbling into the bottom of the stairwell once there was nowhere else to go. “Wh-Wh-What’s this about?”
I tapped my head with the gun, and he tried shrinking further away right before my eyes.
“Regardless of what’s said, I’m going to kill you, Adrian,” I told him, pressing the barrel of my pistol under his chin. “But how you die is up to you.”
His chest heaved, and his eyes went wide as I disengaged the safety.
“Tell me what I need to do.”
I hummed.
“When you examined me, were there any indicators of memory loss beyond that one night?”
He nodded and kept nodding until I spoke again.
“Is that why I have these migraines?”
More nodding that only made me angrier.
“Open your fucking mouth and speak!”
He scrambled to sit up on the steps.
“I-I don’t have the details of your accident, but can only assume you were hit in the head, which caused a concussion. I’m almost certain you have a mild traumatic brain injury, but there’s testing you’d need to determine it. I was not authorized to inform you of this.”
My body and head had been in so much pain when I woke up that day in my bed, but there was nothing to show for it but slight bruising. Like maybe I’d been down for longer than they said and healed a bit.
Fuck.
I hated that I couldn’t remember.
“Who all knows the truth?”
He shook his head.
“That’s above my pay grade. I only followed orders.”
“Whose orders? My father?”
“N-No. It came from the top to keep your possible TBI from you.”
From the top?
“Do they know? My family.”