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“We’re keeping you overnight,” the civilian doctor actually tried to sound soothing which was better than most Army docs managed. “Gave yourself a hell of a whack there and a moderate concussion.”
Not being a stupid doctor, he also retreated before Jana could manage more than a feeble protest. They’d given her a prescription strength Tylenol, but it didn’t seem to be doing anything for the steady thud of the headache emanating from the lump on the back of her head.
Maggie and Stacy came up to either side of her bed the moment the doctor cleared out.
“It sounds good,” Stacy had been hanging out with her brother too much. She had become almost as matter-of-fact as Curt. Or had she been that way from the beginning?
“Good?” Jana protested.
“You aren’t dead, honey,” Maggie brushed Jana’
