Chapter Twelve

SAGE

SAGE zipped his jacket and turned to glance at Irena. She had a displeased look on her face. He smiled at her again, hoping to ease her pain. She bent down and met his gaze.

"You laugh a lot. Should I be worried if you have a concussion?" She raised her finger. "Most people don't even show signs of concussion. Are you confused? Are you more sensitive to light? What about the sound?" She bent down, studying his eyes.

"Miss. Derrick," he said, stepping back.

"Yes?"

"If I'm confused, do you think it's wise to ask me so many questions?" She shyly looked at him.

"I'm sorry, unnecessary information." She patted her forehead and grimaced as she approached the incision on her head.

"Hey," he stepped forward. "Let me help you with that."

He reached out and took her hand.

She stared at him.

"I... uh..."

"No apologies. I am the cause." He led her to the chair and motioned for her to sit down.

She looked worried but didn't object.

He goes to the sink on the other side