Dimly, Jason registered that Alli and Cami were talking and that Cami was checking over Alli for injuries. He could've kicked himself for not having had the wherewithall to do so himself. That was the first thing he should've done; checked Alli to make sure she was okay. He had a fleeting thought of being a horrible father, but it slid away again as he looked down at Alli while the nurse seemed to be poking and prodding at him.
"I took the brunt of it," he told Cami, however unnecessary it was to say, because she already seemed satisfied that their daughter was in the best shape, he thought. "Daddy'll be okay, sweetheart, Mommy's right. Just a bump on the head." And enough bruises to make a hockey player wince, among other things, I'm sure, he thought but didn't say.
When the nurse turned back to Cami and announced a tentative confirmation that Jason had a concussion, he closed his eyes again and leaned his head back against the wall. It was beginning to be too much effort to keep them open and he just needed to rest them for a minute while Cami and the nurse talked.
He felt Alli groping for his hand and he took it in his own again, giving the little girl's tiny hand a weak squeeze. "You're being such a good girl, Alli," he said softly. "Mommy and Daddy will have to come up with a surprise to thank you for it. Tomorrow maybe," he said dully, eyelids fluttering as he tried to open them again to look down at his daughter.