Page 26 of Clash
She shook her head, giggling behind her mask as she turned to face us.
“Alex, do you think you can let me take a look at you?”
Alex weakly nodded as she helped him up on a table. Carefully, she checked his vital signs, making sure not to disturb his arm, that was now swollen and bruising. She then gently touched the arm, moving it ever so slightly until he cried out in pain.
“That hurts!” he shouted.
She frowned. “I think it’s broken. Let me go get our portable x-ray machine, and I’ll scan it.”
“Can you do that? I mean, we don’t have any money and I can’t…” my voice trailed off, unsure if I should reveal anymore.
She put a friendly hand on my arm and smiled. “It’s on Clash. Don’t worry about it. And I don’t need anything else from you. It’s not the first time I’ve had to keep things a secret from my job when it comes to my son.”
“It probably won’t be the last either,” he added, shooting me a wink.
“I’ll be right back. Alex, try not to move your arm too much, okay?”
“Okay, Clash’s Mommy. Sorry, I don’t remember your name.”
She pointed to her name tag. “It’s Isabella. But you can call me Izzy if you like?”
“Izzy… I like that. It reminds me of a lizard. Do you like lizards, Izzy?”
She nodded. “I do.”
Like normal, Alex started spitting out random facts again. “Did you know that frogs eat bugs, and alligators eat the frogs, and we sometimes eat the alligators, making us the top of the food chain?”
“If I didn’t before, I do now. Thanks, Alex.”
“No problem. My Mommy says I’m a welt of information, whatever that means.”
“Wealth, Alex. Wealth of information.”
Alex waved me off. “Whatever that means.”
Izzy laughed, shooting her son a look. “I get it now.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant, but it was the last thing she said before she flounced from the room to get the x-ray machine.
“What did she mean?”
Clash shrugged. “I don’t know. She can be a bit off her rocker at times.” But he coyly grinned, telling me he knew exactly what she meant.
Ten minutes later, she reappeared with a machine, and a man wearing a doctor’s jacket.
“Clash, so good to see you again.”
“You too, Dr. Isaac. I appreciate your cooperation in this. I’ll make sure the club pays you accordingly.”
The doctor nodded, walking over to Alex who suddenly seemed unfazed by his injury, he was too busy staring at the man’s gigantic nose.
Oh no…
“Hi, you must be Alex? What happened little guy?”
More staring. Eyes widening. Mouth twitching.
Shit, I don’t think I can stop it this time.
