Quickly glancing between them, I notice the blonde in the back not looking all that happy. Her friends disappear, and she stays, sliding up beside me.
“You were staring at me,” she says, her voice husky.
Knowing that I had stared shouldn’t make me feel uneasy, considering I was only wondering why she looked angry, and nothing more.
“How about we celebrate later.” She smiles.
“I don’t think my fiancée would like that.” I get up from the bar and leaning in whisper, “and I’m not into ice bunnies.”
It seems the only peace I’m going to get, is in my room so after I’ve asked Coach to grab some water for me from the store, I go and hide out for a bit.
Hearing a knock on my door, I’m expecting Coach but as I look through the eye in the door, I curse. The woman from the bar is standing outside with water in her hands. Closing my eyes in angry frustration, I shout through the door, “What’s up?”
“Coach asked me to bring you some water.”
Why would he ask her when he knows how much I try to avoid them? It doesn’t make sense.
“Do you want the water or not?” she grumbles, while fluffing her hair and sticking her boobs out.
Opening the door, she offers me a grin so wide I’m surprised her teeth don’t fall out. “Um, thanks.” I grab the water from her hand and quickly hide behind my door, making sure the security catch is engaged.
I take another look out of the eye in the door and watch as she looks around her, twisting her bottle blonde hair around her sharp fake nails.
“Whatever,” I mumble, twisting the cap on the water and taking a large gulp. I reach over and grab two mild pain meds to help take the edge off the pain in my right leg. It throbs with being on my feet too much over the past couple of days. I finish the water and lie back down on the bed.
The room starts to spin so I quickly close my eyes before opening them again. I’m still dizzy.
What’s going on?
I’ve never reacted to the pain meds before.
My body suddenly feels as though it’s on fire while sweat pours from me.
This is swift and sudden, and I’m disorientated. The only other time I’ve felt like this was when I’d had an infection in my left leg.
My phone rings, which is beside my hand.
It’s Violet.
“Babe,” I answer, not sure she will have heard me because of how weak my voice sounds.
“Blake? What’s wrong?” she asks. “You sound so far away.”
I groan. “I am.”
“That isn’t what I meant. Why do you sound weird?”
My vision starts to go hazy while I listen to Violet shouting down the phone. “Blake dammit. You’re scaring me.”
“Call 911.” I drop the phone and have no idea where it lands.
30
Violet
The moment I’d lost Blake on the phone, I’d called his hotel and got them acting fast. By that point I was in the car with Rich who was driving me to New York. He’d happened to walk into my office just as I was trying to rouse Blake by shouting down the phone. In my panic he’d refused to let me drive and I’m so relieved he had insisted.
Coach called me not five minutes ago to let me know that he was still waiting for news of Blake. He wasn’t family so until someone was there they wouldn’t release any information. I got that. But Coach was with Blake.