Last Chance Hero (13 page)

“Andy?” Les came up and offered his hand. “I need to tell you how sorry I am that I flew off the handle like that. I had no cause to do that, and I feel real bad about it. You're right. A win's a win, and I'm proud of those boys for pullin' it off.”

Andy took the calloused old hand and shook it. “I'm proud of them too, Les. Thanks for coming to tell me, but it's all right. Don't give it another thought.”

“But I do. I feel like I set the tone for the whole evening by jumping down your throat right off the bat. And it got ugly there at the end. I'm just sorry about that.”

“Les, that was not your fault.” Andy clapped him on the shoulder. “To tell the truth, it went a lot better than I thought it might. I was expecting maybe tar and feathers.”

“Tar and feathers, my foot. You ought to know by now that we never get the tar and feathers out till the end of the season.” He shook Andy's hand again and nodded toward Jess. “Ma'am.”

As Les headed off toward the table where Rita was handing out squares of chocolate cake, Jess cocked her head as she watched him
go. “Isn't he the guy who keeps telling you to run faster or they're going to catch you when you're out running?”

“Yeah, that's Les, all right.” Andy smiled and shook his head. “He's battled some demons in his day, but let me tell you, you're not going to find a more stand-up guy anywhere than Les Watson. If the world were filled with Les Watsons, it would be a better place.”

Having seen the spider veins in Les's cheeks, Jess had a pretty good idea what demons he had battled. “He does seem like a nice guy. How's he doing?”

“Les? I guess he's doing great. There was an alcohol-related accident involving some kids a couple years ago that he felt responsible for, even though he wasn't anywhere near it at the time. From what I hear, that was it for him. It's been a struggle, but so far he's come out on top.”

“Good. I like him.”

“Me too. Now, I figure if we can run the gauntlet to the cake table, and eat some of Rita's cake, we will have done our bit and can leave. What do you think?”

“I think you've got a plan.”

A few minutes later, when they did walk out into the cool October evening, Andy reached for her hand. Jess had never been much for hand holding, but Andy seemed to like it, and Jess discovered that when she was with him, she liked it too.

“Well, the official word is that you're going to be a mom, and it will probably happen around March 16.” Jess smiled as she pulled off her latex gloves the next afternoon and took a seat on the little stool in her examination room. “How have you been feeling?”

Lainie Braden swung her legs over the side of the examination table and sat up. “I'm feeling great now. I did get tired pretty easily
for a while, and there was a time or two when I was afraid I was going to lose my breakfast, but I never did.”

“Good for you. Well, you're doing great. You need to keep taking those prenatal vitamins. And you need to have some blood work done and an ultrasound. I'll give you some paperwork to take to the lab at San Ramon General, and I should see you again in about eight weeks. Other than that, just keep doing what you're doing. Do you have any questions?”

Lainie held her hands to her cheeks. “So, I'm really pregnant?”

Jess laughed out loud. “You had doubts?”

“No. No, I knew up here.” She tapped her head. “It's just that nothing's happening, except I have to pee all the time.”

“Believe me, a lot is happening. You just can't see it yet, but you will.” Jess stood up. “Now, I'm going to let you get dressed. If you think of any questions or have any concerns at all, call me. That's what I'm here for.”

Lainie, still wearing a spacy grin, nodded.

“I'm serious, Lainie. Call
me.
You're going to get more advice than you know what to do with from everyone you see and hear horror stories that'll make you wonder what you got yourself into. Everyone loves to enlighten a first-time mom. But you don't have to listen.”

Lainie nodded again.

“Repeat. ‘I don't have to listen.'”

“I don't have to listen.”

“There you go, girlfriend, and don't forget it.” Jess reached for the door. “I really am so happy for you, and tell Ray congratulations for me, would you?”

She left Lainie, still sitting in her paper robe smiling into the near distance, and went to her office, slipping off her lab coat as she closed the door behind her. Lainie was the last appointment
of the day. She hadn't exactly worked herself to death since she opened her office in Last Chance, but there had been at least a few appointments every day. She was especially pleased about Lainie. Besides being one of the first people Jess had met when she got to town, Lainie had become a friend, one of the few she had found time to make. It would be great to see her through her pregnancy and deliver her baby.

The schedule for tomorrow sat on her desk, and Jess was going over it when her cell phone rang and she saw Andy's number displayed.

“Hi.” She smiled into the phone.

“I've got an injured player. Can you see him, or should we head on up to the ER in San Ramon?” Andy minced no words.

“What kind of injury? Do you need to call an ambulance?” There was only so much she was equipped to do in her small office.

“No, it's just a cut across his forehead, but I'm pretty sure he'll need stitches. We're already on our way. I just need to know if we can stop at your office or if we should go to San Ramon.”

“Bring him over. We'll be able to take you right in.”

His voice relaxed a little. “Sorry to call on your personal phone, but that's the only number I have.”

“No problem. Listen, I need to go get ready for you. See you in a minute.”

Putting her lab coat back on, she went to find Eva, who was sitting at her desk with her jacket on, closing down the computer. She looked up when Jess came in. “Well, I scheduled Lainie Braden's next appointment, so that should be it. Okay if I leave now?”

“I need a suture setup in examination room two. They're bringing someone over from football practice.”

The look Eva gave Jess clearly said, “You've got to be kidding,” and Jess ignored it. “Hurry, please. They'll be here in just a few minutes. In fact, I think that's them now.”

Through the front window, Jess saw Andy pull his truck next to the front door and say something to the person sitting next to him on the front seat. He got out and went around to open the passenger door and help a dark-haired kid wearing a blood-splashed jersey and clutching a roll of gauze to his head make his way to the door. At first glance she could hardly believe he was a football player. Certainly he did not fit any idea of a football player she had ever held. He was about her height, maybe five-foot-six, and weighed perhaps a hundred and forty pounds.

She ran to open the door for them and took his other arm as they came in. As they headed down the hall, Eva passed them on her way out of the examination room. Jess hoped the others didn't catch the disgruntled look Eva shot them as they went by, but a flash of irritation went through her.

“Eva, you can go now. I'll finish up here.”

“Really? If you're sure.” Her voice was all concern. “I mean, I can stay if you want me to.”

“We're good. See you tomorrow.”

Jess had neither the time nor the inclination to deal with Eva at the moment. From the moment Dr. Benavides's office manager had asked her to work, at least temporarily, with Jess in Last Chance, Eva had been unhappy. Clearly, she felt as if she had been banished to the boonies and was openly counting the days till she could return to the high echelons of civilization represented by San Ramon. Jess left her standing in the hall.

“Here. Can you get him up on the examination table?” Jess reached for the latex gloves.

“I can get up myself.” Still holding the roll of gauze against his forehead, her patient did manage to get up on the table, although he swayed a bit as he sat there.

“Okay, let's see what we've got here.” Jess smiled at him as she
took the gauze from his hand and examined the cut. At least the bleeding had stopped. “What's your name?”

“Gabe. Gabriel Quintana.”

“Well, Gabe, I've got some good news and some bad news for you.” She gently cleansed the wound as she talked. “First of all, the cut isn't as bad as all this blood might lead you to believe. The vessels are pretty close to the surface on the head, so cuts tend to bleed a lot. But—and here's the bad news—you are going to need stitches, and that's going to take you out of football for at least a while.”

“Man.” He glanced over her shoulder at Andy, who was still standing in the doorway. “How long will it keep me out?”

“Depends. If it's just the stitches, maybe a week, ten days. But it's hard to imagine you taking a shot to the head like you must have taken without getting your brain rattled too. If you have a concussion, we'll just have to see.”

Jess finished cleaning the long cut and reached for the antiseptic.

Gabe winced as she began applying it. “Is this going to take long?”

“Got an appointment?” Jess went on with her work.

“I gotta get home. The kids go to a neighbor's when my mom leaves for work, but I've gotta go get them and give them their dinner.”

“We called your mom, Gabe.” Andy spoke up. “She told us to do whatever needed to be done, and she'll get here as soon as she can. She's on her way now. Don't worry about it.”

“Man, they hate it when she has to take off. I need to go.”

Gabe was getting agitated, and Jess wanted him calm. She glanced over at Andy. “We're about to get started here. Why don't you go out and wait for Gabe's mom in the waiting room? You can tell her what happened when she gets here.”

She turned back to Gabe with a warm smile and put her hand on his shoulder. “How're you doing?”

He shrugged.

“I guess that's kind of a silly question, isn't it? Okay, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to inject a little anesthesia into the wound. You won't like it much, but you've probably dealt with a lot worse today, even before you got hurt. Then, after it gets numb, I'll put the sutures in. It won't take long. We might even be done before your mom gets here.”

He nodded and closed his eyes while she injected the anesthesia.

“Gabe, open your eyes and look at me.” She looked closely into his eyes when he did. “Now, I want you to follow my finger with your eyes without turning your head. Can you do that? Okay, good job.”

As she put in the sutures, Jess asked Gabe questions about his injury, about his family, about his plans for the future just to keep him talking, and when she heard his mother come in the front door, she was tying the last knot.

She could hear Andy trying to tell Gabe's mom about the accident, but since his voice was heading their way, Jess had a feeling he was chasing her down the hall to do so. She came through the door and went straight for Gabe, putting both hands on his shoulders and holding him at arm's length for a better look.

“
Mijo
, what happened? Are you all right? There's so much blood.” She turned to look at Jess, as if demanding an explanation.

“Hi, Mrs. Quintana. I'm Dr. MacLeod.” Jess tried to make her smile reassuring. “Gabe's doing fine. He's got twelve stitches in his forehead, and even though he doesn't show signs of concussion, I'd advise you to take him up to the hospital for testing. You can't be too careful with a head injury.”

“Absolutely.” Gabe's mom was carefully examining his stitches.
“Can I take him home first to change his shirt and to get my other kids settled, or is it an emergency?”

“More of an urgency than an emergency.” Jess smiled. “You need to take him as soon as you can, but it can wait till you get your kids settled, and I'm sure Gabe would like to get out of that shirt. Now, if you let me get that cut bandaged, you can be on your way.”

Mrs. Quintana stepped out of the way, and Jess dressed the wound.

“Don't take the bandage off for at least forty-eight hours. Keep a clean bandage on it after that, and be sure to keep it dry. If there's swelling or redness, come right in. Otherwise, I want to see you next Monday after school. And no football until I say so, got it?” She looked first at Gabe, then at Andy. Both nodded. “Okay then. That's it!”

All four walked into the small waiting room, and as they passed the desk, Jess took one of her cards from its rack and wrote on it before handing it to Mrs. Quintana. “Would you call me when you get Gabe home tonight? That's my cell number on the back. I want to hear how he's doing. Don't worry. I'll be up.”

Mrs. Quintana looked at the number and nodded. “Sure.”

“Thanks.” Jess opened the door and locked it behind them. She watched Gabe and his mom get in her car and drive off before turning to Andy. “Would you tell me why someone as small as Gabe is playing football?”