Page 95 of One Life to Loathe

“Like … are you asking if I feel like my brain is getting too big and is about to explode through my skull?”

“That’s unlikely but that is what I’m asking.”

“I don’t feel that way.”

“Good.” He held up a finger. “Can you track this without moving your head? Just use your eyes.”

I followed his instructions.

“Good girl.” Walt nodded in approval. “Do you feel sick to your stomach?”

I shook my head.

“Does the light bother you? What about the noise?”

“No. I think I’m okay.”

“I don’t want you to think anything,” Leo countered. “I want you to know. You hit your head hard.”

Walt gave Leo a sympathetic look. “She seems fine. I’m going to ask her to watch for the things I mentioned.” He turned to me. “If you feel sick to your stomach, go to the hospital. If you start seeing double or have concentration or memory problems, go to the hospital. If you’re hazy … or start feeling a headache, what do you do?”

I smirked. “Go to the hospital.”

“There you go.” He stood. “You seem okay, though.”

“Thank you.” I turned to look at Miles to see where things had landed with Bethany and Sylvia, and it was only then that I realized the entire cast had grouped around us, and everybody was seemingly interested in the fact that Leo was holding me as if he never wanted to let go. “Uh-oh,” I whispered.

“Uh-oh what?” Leo demanded. “Do you feel sick? I’ll take you to the hospital right now.”

I pressed my lips together and shook my head.

“Well, well, well,” Sylvia drawled as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Isn’t this an interesting picture?”

Leo finally jerked his eyes away from me and focused on our co-stars. I recognized the exact moment when he realized the proverbial cat was out of the bag. Interestingly enough, he didn’t seem to care. “Do you have a problem?” he demanded of the others.

“No problem,” Bethany said hurriedly. “I’m just glad everybody is okay and we can get right back to filming.”

Leo glared at her. “Do you really think there’re going to be no repercussions for what just happened?”

“Do you really think you should be dating the leading lady?” Bethany fired back. She seemed to be a proponent of going on the offensive rather than relying on defense. “Don’t you think this is something we all should’ve gotten a vote on? I mean … if you two break up, we’ll all suffer.”

Leo’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “Did you really just say that to me?”

“Say what?” The only thing Bethany was missing was a halo she looked so angelic. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Because you and Sylvia are fighting over a piece of crap, you lost your cool and almost killed Sam.”

“She’s obviously alive,” Bethany countered. She looked nervous despite her bold words. “Let’s not turn this into a bigger thing than is necessary, huh?”

“She could still die!” Leo roared.

I patted his arm to get his attention. “I’m fine. Please don’t tell people I might still die. You’re going to fill me full of anxiety.”

“I’m sorry.” He stroked his hand over my hair and glared at Bethany again. “You have no right to tell anybody what they should and shouldn’t be doing with their private lives. I mean … Ed? Are you actively trying to get Syphilis?”

Bethany had the gall to look offended. “Hey! I’ll have you know that Ed is a tender lover.”

“Really?” Amusement slid over Sylvia’s face. “He’s hot and active with me. He must not be as worked up when he’s with you.” She paused a beat. “I can see that, though.”

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