AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Asher Devlin, Zane’s best friend, ex-MMA fighter. He’s sitting in a chair right next to me. And behind him stands Dylan, hands in pockets, looking down at me. They’re both in college with sports scholarships. Dylan is in football and Ash…
Can’t remember. Why can’t I remember?
“Seth.” Asher is leaning in so close I’m going cross-eyed trying to focus on his face, and damn my skull is about to explode. “Don’t zone out on me. I asked you a question.”
He did?
“His hands are all scraped up,” Dylan says. “Elbows, too. Should check the back of his head.”
Okay, definitely missed some chunks of conversation, because this is making no fucking sense.
“Hey man.” Asher is frowning down at me like I’ve got something written on my forehead. “Did you fall down yesterday? Did you hit your head? This is important.”
“I didn’t…” Wait a sec. “Maybe I did. Ran into a car and—”
“A car? You fucking serious?” Dylan is now in my face, face flushed red. “What happened?”
“Just crossing a street. It was raining. Driver didn’t see me.”
“Jesus Christ, Seth.” Dylan straightens and starts pacing, running his hands over his short hair. “You could’ve been killed.”
“Well, I wasn’t.” Fuck, my head. I press the heels of my palms into my eyes. “Stop talking. Headache.”
“You been dizzy since then?” Asher is asking, and damn, can’t he shut up for a second? “Disoriented, confused?”
“I was almost run over. Damn right I was confused.” Ow. “Happy?”
“Damn.” He sighs and scratches at his chin. “Sorry, Seth. I think you might have a concussion. We need to get you to a doctor.”
Oh fuck. That wakes me up all the way. “No way. I’m okay. Not going back to the hospital.”
“You need to be seen by a doc, buddy,” Asher says. “Doesn’t have to be the hospital. This is serious. Not leaving here without you.”
“Jesus, Ash.” When did we go from food poisoning to concussion?
Figures, though. Food poisoning just wasn’t bad enough, was it?
“Come on, we’ll help you up.”
“Wait. Wait.” I lift my hand and squint at them. The overhead light is like splinters driving into my eyeballs. “Medicaid covers this, right?”
This is important. I’m kinda broke right now. Out of job. Out of options.
“Tell me you know who hit you. Dammit, Seth, was it a hit-and-run?” Dylan looks murderous.
I think of Manon and grimace. “No, that’s not how it went down. She stopped the car in time, but I slipped and fell. It was raining.”
“What the hell wer
e you thinking, going out in the rain?” Dylan is still pacing, and he’s making me so dizzy I might just hurl all over the sofa.
“Had to buy some stuff. Are we fucking done with the twenty questions?”
Asher shakes his head, chews on the inside of his cheek. “Not really. Guys tell me you having trouble with your knee? This something new?”
Goddammit. I so do not need this moronic interrogation. Not today. “None of your business.”
“Yeah? You sure it’s not something I should know?”
