Page 77 of His Last Chase

“This is too much for any human to endure and with global warming these outside festivals have become increasingly dangerous for fans and talentalike. From now on, Rocktoberfest will be the only outdoor festival the Masterson bands will play in the month of October. I take full responsibility for this. I’m sorry, Chase.”

“Not your fault I didn’t pay attention to my own body and drink more water. I can promise I’ll not make that mistake again.”

“And I’ll see to it that it doesn’t happen.” A promise I’d never break.

“I’m scared for the fans as well. I just informed the concessions manager along with Jordan and Ely that water is free for the duration of event across the board. Masterson will pay for it.”

Wow.

“Other major changes will happen regarding Rocktoberfest, though I’m not at liberty to share them yet. This tent is filled with overheated talent and that is unacceptable.” Easton was pissed and I didn’t blame him one bit. “If there is anything any of you need,” Easton addressed everyone in the tent. “Please do not hesitate to reach out to Jeremiah or myself. While you aren’t all Masterson bands, we will still do our best to assist you.”

During Easton’s tirade my eyes hadn’t left him, and it wasn’t until he turned to leave that I saw Diamond, Sikes, and Snipe standing guard at the entrance. I knew Diamond was formidable and protective, but I now saw the same from Easton, andthat sealed my part of the decision Chase and I had to make.

“I want to work for Masterson,” I whispered to Chase.

“Yay! I want the same thing.” Chase tried to wrap his arms around me and nearly ripped his IV out.

“Careful, Little Songbird. Don’t hurt Daddy’s boy.”

“’Kay. Sorry, Daddy.”

I took his free hand in mine and pressed my lips to the top of it. Thankful as hell my boy would be okay. That seriously scared me shitless.

Seltzer, David, and Rhone funneled in a few seconds later.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Seltzer in his not-so-subtle way asked Chase. “I didn’t know what happened until we finished the shred off. You okay?”

“Yeah, just feel like a dumbass for not drinking enough water.”

Rhone’s eyes roamed the room. “You’re not alone. I feel bad for whoever Easton is yelling at. He really ripped into them. I foresee a lot of changes in the future for Rocktoberfest.”

“Rightfully so. This was avoidable and if it happened to you guys, imagine how packed the medical tents are on the fans side.” I shook my head. “The Daddy in me wants to go check on all of them.”

The nurse came over just then. “Those medical tents are packed but Easton’s demand got aroundfast, and they now have crews handing out water bottles in not only the concert area but going tent to tent to make sure everyone is hydrated and okay.” She took Chase’s vitals. “This is one of a million reasons why as a nurse I volunteer annually for this festival.”

Nurses didn’t get near the accolades they deserved.

“I for one would like to thank you for your services. I more than appreciate how well you’ve taken care of my partner.”

“You’re both welcome.” She glanced down at Chase. “And given how much your partner loves you, I don’t expect to see you back in here. Stay hydrated and listen to him.”

“I will, I promise.” She removed Chase’s IV and placed a bandage over the area, then gave him the all-clear.

“Maiden and Social don’t play until late tonight. I think I’d like to take a nap.” My sleepy boy was still a bit loopy, and a nap was just what he needed, along with an endless supply of electrolytes.

“I think that’s a great idea. David, will you come get us when it’s time for that?” I’d like to see them play myself having finally met both bands, but my boy’s health came first and if he wasn’t up to it we’d stay put in the bus.

“Will do. I’m off to check in with Jordan and see if he needs any help.”

“Good call, I’ll join you.” Rhone followed David off toward the catering tents.

“I’m gonna stalk Jeremiah and see what I can find out. I’m sure Easton is up to something spectacular. One day I foresee that man taking over the world!” Seltzer did the most ridiculous evil cackle.

“Need a ride?” Sikes and Snipe stood near a golf cart.

“Yes, please, to the bus,” I said as I helped my shaky boy into the cart seat.

I’d never been so happy to see the inside of a bus in my life. I helped Chase strip down to his boxers which would help him cool down and did the same before I curled around him in a protective bubble and let exhaustion pull us under.

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