Page 68 of Throttle

Haisley

Friday - July 29

“The scans look good. How are the headaches and other symptoms?” Dr. Jones questions as I sit on the examination table. Elle is sitting across from us.

“The headaches have been fine. Haven’t had one in a week. No light sensitivity, no nausea or dizziness,” I tell him.

“With that in mind, I don’t see why you can’t return to racing. However, the first sign of any symptom, you need to promise me that you stop, and schedule a follow-up appointment.”

I nod. Elle butts in, “We promise. She promises. We have a test track scheduled for her early next week to see how she does with the G-forces and driving.”

“That’s wise. A controlled environment is best to test before a race,” Dr. Jones agrees. “We will see you in six weeks regardless. Please schedule the follow-up.”

“Will do, Doctor. Thank you,” I reply as he exits the room. I turn to Elle. “Ready to go tell Saint the good news?”

“He’s back at the shop today, right?”

“Yes. He's reviewing the car for Nashville next week,” I let her know. “He isn’t trusting any bolt, switch, or even water bottle.”

“That’s a good thing. Overreacting, but a good thing,” she giggles as we exit the doctor's office and walk to her car. I climb in the passenger’s side as she hops in the driver's side. “I rescheduled the shoot with Race Magazine to Wednesday before Nashville.”

“Oh, you did?” I ask looking out of the window.

“I did. So, we are going to fly in on Wednesday. You’re test drive is Monday.”

“Okay, sounds good,” I mumble as we head to the shop.

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I walk into the shop area and am greeted by my pit crew. Mac smiles as he nods to Elle. Both of our relationships are still on the down low.

“So good to see you, Haisley. How are you feeling?” Neil asks.

“I’m feeling almost like new. Glad you’re back in action as well. Is Saint around?” I question.

“He’s in his office. We are glad to be back, and don’t worry about the Nashville car, there’s no way anyone is going to have any access to it besides myself and Saint.”

“I don’t doubt that. I’m going to let Saint know the good news.” I smile and hug him quickly.

I walk back towards Saint’s office and see him sitting in his chair, back to the door, reading something on his computer.

“Knock, knock,” I alert him to my presence. He twirls around in the chair.

“Hey.” He smiles, and I step into the office closing the door behind me. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“Am I?” I step towards him, placing a light kiss on his lips.

“You are. How was the appointment?”

“It went well. I was cleared to race, pending the test track on Monday. I did promise to not race if any symptoms appear.”

“Are you going to be honest about symptoms?”

I cock my head to the side. “Of course, I will be.”

“Just making sure.” He holds up his hands in surrender.

“Geez, thanks for the faith,” I joke with him. “We should probably open the door, so no rumors start.”

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