Chapter 27 Trippy
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They took the test results from the nurse of the drug that was in my blood. They told me what it was, but it was one of those long, unpronounceable names I would never be able to remember.
Side effects include drowsiness, hallucinations, and nausea.
"They're keeping you overnight. You've got a concussion, but other than—"
"The nurse already told me, thanks, Dad," I said.
"Did she tell you why you're staying overnight?"
"To monitor the side effects of the drug," I managed. It felt like the bed was levitating beneath me. I leaned back, pressing a palm to my forehead. "The meds are getting to me."
"That's a good thing," Dad replied. "You need to get some proper rest."
"More or less when should she be able to go home?" Mom's voice sounded closer to the bed now. When I peered past Dad, she was talking to the nurse.
The cops were still talking to Kayn and all I could make out was something about a suspect and shoes.
"Shush?" I slurred. "What shush?"
"She should be safe to go by tomorrow morning," the nurse answered. "We'll monitor the effects of the drug overnight, but it doesn't look like there should be any setbacks."
"Jonathan, you think you can—" Mom started, but Dad shook his head.
"I can't. I've already set up a contract with the Baldy's. I have to leave in two hours time," Dad explained. "They're paying a handsome sum for the investigation."
"I'm supposed to do a survey tomorrow with the crew." A frown marred Mom's features. She glanced at me, offering a weak smile. "It's okay, I suppose I can reschedule."
"I'm sorry, Sarah. You know I would have picked her up. But if you can't…" Dad took a deep breath. "I can see if I convince the Baldy's—"
"Arth they bald?" I giggled, feeling the sudden need to babble. "'Tis oookay Dad, I can swim home. Or fly."
Dad's brows furrowed, and I heard Kayn make a deep-throated sound.
Mom looked at the nurse. "Is that normal?"
The nurse smiled, waving it off. "She'll be fine."
"I need shush," I insisted.
Kayn turned to Mom. "I can take her home."
"You could?" Dad's face lit up as Kayn nodded. "I would be so grateful if you could."
"You wouldn't mind?" Mom glanced at him. "You've already done so much for our daughter."
"Puh-lease," I snorted. "I'm high as a skyte. He'll take advantage of the situation." I laughed at myself. "What's a skyte, again?"
"I think you meant kite," Kayn supplied, looking amused. At least he thought I was funny.
Dad peered at Kayn with a hesitant look, then turned back to Mom, mouthing something I couldn't make out.
"I trust him," Mom leaned closer and whispered to Dad. "He saved her life, Jonathan."
Dad nodded, directing another hesitant look in Kayn's direction. "Very well."
I had the overwhelming desire to say something witty, but my mouth felt like cotton. I slumped back onto the pillow and closed my eyes, my body feeling as if it floating on clouds.
The last thing I heard was Mom reciting her number to Kayn as I slipped into a world where I didn't feel anything.
