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"Sarah, stop arguing with me." He sighs. "I knew this was not a good idea."

"What do you mean you knew this wasn't a good idea?" My head pounds. "Ow, I think I've got a headache."

"I hope that's all it is," he says, staring down at me. "I will say, you look very sexy, and the beginning of the dance started well, but overall I'm going to give you a four out of 10." He chuckles. "Definitely not the best pole dancer in New York City."

"Thanks a lot, Ethan. Thanks for nothing."

"I'm just saying," he says, as he heads towards the door. "But you know what?"

"What?" I glare at him.

"Let's just get you taken care of," he says quickly. "I want to make sure everything's okay." There's worry in his tone. "Let me take care of you. Okay, Sarah?"

"Fine," I mumble. I’m surprised he’s being so caring and I hate how much I love it.

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"I'm fine, Ethan." Sarah squeals in my arms, as I take her out to the street.

"Stop squirming,” I say, looking down into her pale, panicked face.

My heart is racing as I stare at the blood on the side of her temple. I really hope that she doesn't have a concussion. I really hope that she hasn't seriously injured herself. My driver pulls up about a minute later, and Sarah looks at me in confusion.

"Wait, what? How?"

"I alerted him." I smile at her.

She doesn't know that I have a button that I press that immediately alerts him to come to the front.

"How did you do that? Was it magic?"

"Would you believe me if I said that it was?" I ask, and she rolls her eyes. I laugh slightly.

My driver jumps out and heads over to us. "Is everything okay, Mr. Rosser?" There's a concerned look on his face.

"She hit her head,” I nod. "We're going to take her to the emergency room."

"Yes, sir." He says, opening the back door.

I place her down onto the back seat, close the door behind me, and then walk over to the other side and slide in.

She's sitting up now and glaring at me. "This is really too much, I'm fine."

"You're not fine. You fell and you hit your head and it's bleeding."

"It's just a little wound." She touches the side of her head, and looks down at her fingers at the deep red blood. "Ew." She makes a face. "It's really bleeding, huh?"

"That's what I said,” I say, shifting over to her.

She glares at me and closes her eyes. I grab her hand and squeeze.

"Don't close your eyes."

"What? You're so bossy."

"Sarah, listen to me. I don't want you to close your eyes, because if you did get a concussion, I don't want anything bad happening."

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