“Doc! Doc!”Crouched down, digging out some ingredients from the freezer, I replied, “What?”“Gordy’s been hurt. He dropped a speaker on his foot, and it might be broken.”Rushing to the back of the bus, I grabbed my emergency medic bag and followed Tiny to the backstage area. People were crawling all over the place, trying to get a look at the scene.“For fuck’s sake!” I shouted. “All this for a squashed foot? Move it!” People parted to allow Tiny and me through the gathered crowd. Gordy, one of my favorite roadies, was laid out on his back. His pale face was covered in a cold sweat, his sandy hair plastered on his forehead. His pupils dilated with pain as he attempted to smile when he spotted me.“Hey, Dr. Kenna,” he said, his voice tight.Every time someone called me Dr. Kenna, Lucy’s words would resound through my head.“Dr. Kenna? I’m stuck.”“Hey, Gordy.” I gave him a smile, pushing the memory of Lucy’s voice out of my head. Such was the aftermath of trauma.
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