I explain the story. Quick. Concise. I just need to know if I should take him to emerg and let a doctor check him out.
"I'm sorry," he mutters without apology. "All of our nurses are busy. I can have one call you in about ninety minutes." I hang up.
I call the hospital.
"Thank you for calling the Bruce Grey Health Unit. If this is an emergency please hang up and call 911. If you have a question regarding a medical condition you can access a registered nurse at any time by calling Telehealth at 1-866-797-0000."
|[you can kind of see his bruise in this photo]|
"Zander?" I shake him. Gently at first. Then harder. I gain a groan and click on the bedside lamp. His lids squeeze tight against the glaring assault. "Zander?" He fights me weakly. "Zander...what's your name, Zander?"
"Whaaat?" He's trying to block the light with a palm.
"What's your name Zander? Do you know who you are?"
He squints and tries to hide his face in a pillow. "Ioknow," he mumbles.
"What's your name?"
"Zander, what's your name?"
He sits up. "Liam. Liam. Liam."
"Your name is Liam?"
And then he really wakes up. Finally focuses on my face. "What? No. I'm Zander."
"Where do you live?"
"Durham." Like I'm a dummy.
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
He watches my hand. "Two. Four. One."
I click off the light and kiss his hair. "Good night, Zander. See you in two to three hours."