Speak Up! Please

Chapter 3

"Papa," I mumble out as my head begins to throb again causing me to slam my eyes shut against the pain.

"Niklas, deep breathes," dads soft timber floats through the fog. Deep breathing and the pain and nausea subsided after a few minutes.

Carefully opening my eyes against the light in order to bring the blurry figures into focus. "What happened?" I grumble out touching the back of my head gently.

Oma pulls my hand away, keeping it in her grasp as dad says with such a soft tone that it amazes me that it could come from him. "You gave yourself a concussion when you fell of the piano bench earlier today, do you remember that?"

"Yes, I didn't think I hit my head that hard," I say dumbfounded.

"Well you did," Opa says matter of factly with a soft chuckle. "What caused you to startle like that?"

Instant flushing over took my cheeks, mumbeling out, "I was playing the piano and people clapped and surprised me." This revelation causes them to stare at me in surprise.

"Oh Niklas," dad chuckles out, not making fun of me but at the situation causing all of us to laugh.

Bad idea for me as this caused my stomach roll and my head to pound, making me moan out a little. "Easy Nikki," Oma scolds as she brushes the hair from my face.

"Oma, my name isn't Nikki," I whine with a pout on my bottom lip.

She just giggles at me, she dared to giggle at me while I feel like someone hit me with a semitruck. "You will always be my Nikki," she says before kissing my forehead.

Giving up knowing that arguing with her is pointless about her childish nickname for me. Instead I turn my attention to Ryder, who has remaind quiet the entire time. "Thank you, Ryder for your help this morning."

He steps to the right side of the bed near my knees, which he pats gently with a smile. "You're welcome, Niklas," his soothing timbering voice rings out. "I'm sure you will recover quickly so we can be graced with your musical talents."

That damn sexy smirk that he graces me with, if I wasn't already lying down, I would have gone weak in the knees. "I'm not that good but thank you." I cannot help the damn hot feeling that is creeping from my neck to the tips of my ears at his compliment.

"Niklas James, that is a bold face lie and you know it is!" Dominic scolds as he scowls at me with such a force that I lower my eyes from him since I don't agree and I can't take intense stare he and everyone else is giving me.

Thankfully I'm saved by a doctor entering the room. "Ah, it's nice to see you awake Mr. Wolf," he starts off as he glides over to my left side of the bed, near my feet. "I'm Dr. Brown," he continues with a smile that helps ease me worries about everything, slightly.

"So, you have a mild concussion and you'll be fine in about a week; so I recommend that you take it easy, yes go to school but no gym class or sports for about a month," Dr. Brown instrusts with a frim tone and expression to match.

"That's fine by me, I hate sports and gym class," I mumble making everyone smirk at me. "Can I still play my insturments?" I don't even bother trying to hide my hopefulness.

Dr. Brown nods with a grin, "Of course you can, those shouldn't be strenuous, although your head will hurt for a majority of the time."

"You can go home in an hour after I perform another set of tests on you if they all turn out alright. Sound good?" he asks. Beaming at him, I quickly agree to his terms ending it with a quck 'thank you!' before he left to check on other patients.