Wild Montana. Danica Winters

feeling?”

      “I feel like I was in a fight... Who won, me or the truck?” Her lips curled into a playful half smile.

      There was a knock on the door and the doctor pushed back the curtain. He had a black tablet hugged to his white lab coat.

      “Mrs. Finch?” he asked.

      “Miss,” she answered.

      “Right, Ms. Finch, I’m Dr. Tag, the neurologist here at Kalispell Regional. I just got off the phone with your brother, Dr. Paul Finch. He was very concerned about your well-being.”

      She cringed at the sound of her brother’s name. “I’m sorry, Doctor, he can be a bit...overwhelming sometimes.”

      Dr. Tag didn’t smile or nod, rather, he remained unflappable, making Casper wonder if that was exactly what had drawn the man to medicine.

      “It was no problem, Ms. Finch, but you should call him back when you get the chance. I think he wishes to speak to you regarding your accident now that you’re awake.”

      She nodded but looked down at her hands.

      “As for the results of your CAT scan, you are experiencing a slight bit of swelling, consistent with a mild concussion.”

      “What does that mean, Doc?” Casper asked, trying to mimic the man’s cool demeanor.

      “It means that for the time being, I’d like to have you stay here and be monitored for any residual effects. However, I think it would be safe to send you home tomorrow. You will just need to rest and everything should sort itself out.” He tapped on his tablet like he was noting something in her chart. “You are a lucky woman. A TBI, or a traumatic brain injury, can have a number of long-term effects, but from what I’m seeing on your scans, you should be okay.”

      Casper let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. In a day that had been filled with nothing but death, despair, accidents and blood...something was finally going right.