Chapter 7
Garr looked at the physician who then spoke. “Come in.”
A familiar head popped in. “Hi! Can we visit now?”
The doctor nodded as Joan and Garr’s dad, Earl, walked in to the edge of the table where Garr perched, only wearing a patient gown. They stepped around his fire suit bundled up in a bag on the floor, which also trapped the smell of smoke from the car fire.
“Everything okay, doc?” asked Earl.
“Yes. We need him to get a brain MRI, which I’m writing up now. And he needs to see a neurologist.”
Earl cocked his head. “Is that necessary?”
The doctor arched an eyebrow, raising his head slightly to peer over his readers. “We have to rule out any sign of possible concussion. It’s better to be safe than sorry. But don’t worry, if everything checks out, he’ll be able to drive the 400.”
Joan hugged Garr and released him. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Thanks. Have you heard from Bob? Is the car drivable?”
Earl shook his head. “We’re going to have to use a different one.”