A/N: Jeff has a concussion. Again.
Disclaimer: They are all here on their own free will, promise. They just love me like that.
"Matt?"
"Yes?"
"This is Sam, Jeff's trainer."
"Oh, hey Sam. Is something wrong?"
There was a pause on the other side of the phone.
"Well, Jeff his head pretty hard. He can barely recognize me and I think he has a concussion. Could you come down here please?"
"Sure," Matt answered. "I'll be right there." Frowning, he hung up the phone and slid on his jacket. He headed out the door, stopping only to lock it, and got in his car.
The drive to the gym was only a few minutes, and when he got there, he saw Jeff's workout partner, Adam, standing by the door.
"Matt! There you are," Adam said, relived, as Matt walked to him.
"How's Jeff?"
"Not so good. He couldn't remember my name and even once I told him, he couldn't remember anything about me."
"Well, let's go in and see what I can do." They walked in and Adam led them to the room.
Jeff was seated on a bench, Sam standing next to him, with an ice bag held to his head.
"Jeff?" Matt said softly, going to sit by him. "Do you remember me?"
Jeff looked at him, tears swelling up in his eyes. He was silent for a few moments. "Matt?"
Matt smiled softly. "Yeah man, it's me." He put one arm around his brother's shoulders and pulled him in for a hug.
After a few seconds, Matt kissed him on the cheek and pulled away.
"Come on pal. We should get you to the hospital and get that bump checked out."
Jeff sniffed once and nodded. With the help of his older brother, he stood and went out to the car.
Climbing into the passenger's seat, Jeff said, "So. If this really is a concussion, how many will that be?"
"Total?" Matt thought for a moment. "About seven."
Jeff laughed lightly. "Adam told me it would be a lot."
Matt glanced over at him. "Seven and counting." They both grinned.
Just another day for the Hardyz.
