CHAPTER ELEVEN

Trent came by first thing in the morning to check on Sonny, wanting to get answers and not willing to wait for Sonny to come to the base.

"Well, your lungs sound a little better, but from what you are telling me, the asthma is worse. I've asked around, and it looks like this could last up to two weeks."

"Crap."

"Sorry man. There's not much I can say. The doctors can run some more tests, but they aren't going to really tell them anything they don't already know. You just have to wait it out."

"I was talking to Dr. Chen about anything we could do to speed up the recovery, and she mentioned your diet. She said you could try an anti-inflammatory diet."

"You mean that wacko thing Tom Brady is on, where he eats organic spinach and bone broth for dessert? No, thanks."

"Yep, that's the one. But not that severe. Basically, you cut out foods that are known to cause an inflammatory reaction in most people. Basically dairy, wheat or gluten, and limit the processed foods with added sugar. You're not much of a junk food eater, but you'd have to give up beer and pizza."

"Damn, you really know how to hurt a man. What did I ever do to you?"

"I thought you said you would do everything you could to get cleared and back in action," Davis said, handing Trent a coffee mug and dropping one in front of Sonny.

"It's only two weeks, and there is more to life than beer. Like whiskey." Trent added with a smile. "Remember, Sandra, the yoga instructor I dated last year? She was all about gluten-free, sugar-free, everything. It wasn't that bad."

"Yeah, but at the end of the night, you got to sleep with a yoga instructor. What's my prize for giving up beer? Breathing? Great."

Davis walks away from the duo mumbling "unbelievable" and walks into her room to take a shower.

"What did I do?" Sonny yells at a Davis' back, looking a Trent.

"Don't look at me."