turned towards him and smiled. She made him follow her finger with his eyes and checked a few other things as he sat there.
"Well Coach, I think you have a concussion thanks to my dear old nephew. We should get you in and checked out as your eyes were lagging a bit. I can take you to the emergency room."
"I'll be fine. I can go later."
"Duke you need to go get checked out," his assistant butted in. "You can let her take you or I will call for medical staff to come get you and cart you off."
"Fine, she can take me but I swear I'm fine. I just need to shake it off."
"Sure big guy, let's go," Jennah smirked.
She helped him all the way to the car and the ride was silent, at least on Duke's side. She kept asking him questions when all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep.
"Can I ask you something?" Duke turned the tables on Jennah.
"Sure." She seemed delighted to keep him talking.
"How come you ran on the field to help me?"
Jennah was silent. She didn't respond right away.
"I want to be a paramedic one day. I spend a lot of time studying medical books, learning until I figure out how to get into a certification class."
Duke sat their silent. He never would have thought a waitress at a bar and grill would possess skills like that. Not that they couldn't, it just blew his very aching mind at the moment.
"You still with me over there?" She reached out and touched Duke's arm.
Duke looked at her hand. He felt her smooth skin and the little electric current it sent up his arm. He closed his eyes and relished in it. He saw Ella there before him. Duke missed his wife and never thought he could feel her touch again. He sighed.
"Coach? You with me?" She shook his arm. Duke slipped deeper into the darkness, images of Ella dancing before him. The warmth of her hand spreading throughout his body.
"Shit," Jennah said as he felt the car accelerate as he continued to fall down into the darkness behind his closed eyelids.
***
Jennah knew that Duke passing out after the fact wasn't good. From what she read in her medical books, head injuries can be dangerous. Concussions are no joke. He could be bleeding out but she won't know that until she got him to the hospital. She felt an undeniable constriction in her chest. Something about this man drew her in but she swore off men after her last relationship. She still wanted to make sure Coach Avery was okay, despite her current view on men.
Pulling into the hospital emergency room entrance, she raced in and got some nurses to help. They quickly took him back as she was stuck trying to fill out what paperwork she could. She looked over the form and realized she could only fill out his name and incident section. She had no idea who this man was, where he lived or his emergency contact information.
Sighing she went up to the desk and handed over the clipboard of no information. The administrator took it and her eyes went wide at the name.
"Sorry I can't fill out more," Jennah quickly apologized. "I don't know about his insurance or where he lives, who is contacts are..."
"It's okay, we know him very well. He's a close friend with one of our surgeons here. I'll just give her a buzz for the info."
"Great, will I be able to see him or get updates?" She didn't know why she was so worried about her nephew's coach. Just the thought of him being seriously injured brought about a gut-twisting pain.
"Unfortunately you are not family so I don't believe you can get news on his updates. Are you a friend?"
"I guess so. We recently just met. I was at the game watching the team when this happened."
"I see. Well, let me get working on this and I will see what I can do Miss..."
"Carsten, Jennah Carsten."
"Alright Miss Jennah, if you have a seat in the waiting area, I'll see what I can do for you."
Jennah smiled and got up from the chair in front of the intake desk. She walked to the