He wanted to get this sorted and get out of there. No more contact than he needed.
“You don’t seem to have a concussion right now. You’re going to need to rest so your head can get better. And no alcohol.” Deepan added.
Kenneth snorted.
“You’re joking, of course. At a reunion? People will think I’m a wuss.”
“If they witnessed what happened, I’m sure they’ll be glad you’re preventing yourself from being carted back to the hospital because you ignored warnings.”
Kenneth rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, Nurse Lad. You know best.” He prodded at his head and winced. “What about my head? Is it going to stop hurting?”
“It’s going to hurt for a long time if you keep drinking.” Deepan drew the trolley closer and dipped some gauze. “But the wound itself won’t need stitches. I’m going to need to clean it, though.”