29
Beau
“Nothing’s changed. They’re going to do a brainstem function test in the morning,” Dr. Barnes said in a weak voice. We’d been here for hours now so he could go home and rest for a while. But the nurses wouldn’t divulge any information to us.
Even when Geneviève insisted she was his wife.
I immediately looked to Geneviève for her to translate that for me. She nodded at Barnes, then looked up at me with worried eyes. “It tests how well his brain is functioning with the rest of his body.”
Or not functioning.
That was what she really meant to say.
She turned back to Barnes and said, “Beau has a game tomorrow. I need to get him home.”
“Thanks for staying with Trey and giving me a break,” he said in the sincerest of ways. “Good luck tomorrow, Beau. Hope you guys beat those bastards.”
I stared back at him. “Don’t worry. We will.”
Barnes stuck his hand out and I did the same. All these months and he’d never offered to shake my hand.
Until now.
His grip on my hand felt like more like a request than a nicety.
And the look in his eyes spoke volumes.
I already knew what I had to do.
This just solidified it.
That was if the committee didn’t overturn their decision to allow Rozovsky to play tomorrow.
Everyone and their dog were in a tizzy that they’d ruled Rozovsky’s hit was legal.
Anyone with fucking eyes would agree with me that it was one of the dirtiest moves I’d ever seen.
Everyone in Vegas wanted a piece of Rozovsky.
But his ass would be mine tomorrow night.
It would be me who’d right the wrong.
At whatever cost.
Geneviève walked around the hospital bed and hugged Barnes. They spoke softly to each other and for the first time ever, I didn’t want to rip Barnes’ head off for touching my woman.
I hoped she was able to give him some kind of solace and peace for a moment.
When they finished their embrace, she shifted toward the bed and grabbed Trey’s hand. “I know you hate tests, but you need to pass tomorrow’s with flying colors, okay my friend?” she said with a sniff as she wiped her eyes.
“We’re all counting on you to do this, honey. I know you’re going to be fine. The puppies miss their Uncle Trey, too.” She kissed his cheek—the one that wasn’t ripped to shreds, that is.
“Mom’s coming in tonight. So, if you can’t make it up here in the morning, don’t worry,” Barnes said, rubbing her back as she leaned over Trey.
She sniffed again and straightened up. “I’ll text you first thing.”
He nodded.