“So this is what it’s like to be a celebrity!” Nellie said. “There were cops at the door to keep the TV guys from crashing the hospital.” A half hour later Lisa came through the doors. “Hey, Trip,” she said and gave me a hug. “How are you doing?” “I guess the question is ‘How is he doing?’” I said. “Not to me,” Lisa shot back and put an arm on my shoulder. We had probably been there about two hours when a guy in blue scrubs with blood all over them came out of the ER. His nametag said Chris Williams, M.D., and underneath that Neurosurgery. “Costas?” he said, looking around. I waved. “Is Julio Costas your father?” “That’s right.” “I’m Dr. Williams. The EMT said your father was hit by a baseball, right?” I nodded. “He’s still unconscious, but his vital signs are good. We x-rayed his skull, and he doesn’t seem to have any fractures. So right now he’s up in radiology getting a CT scan, so we’ll know what’s happening with his brain.
