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Me
LOL. Anyway, why do you need tour dates?
Violet
I’m going to be in Europe, and I want to see if any of the dates overlap.
Me
Oh, fun! Girls’ trip! If only we could get Mom to join us.
Viole
I still can’t believe you got her to that concert.
Me
She had the BEST time. Seriously, I don’t think she ever stopped smiling.
Violet
I know. I have the hundred or so blurry photos she sent to prove it.
Me
We should make her a blurry photo album for Christmas.
Violet
She would love that.
Me
Oh shit. Gotta go. Someone just came into the clinic. LOVE YOU!
I pocket my phone and look up to find not just someone.
But two someones.
Elena and Zander, who are covered in…blood? His black Metallica tee is sticky with sweat, but there also seems to be blood dripping from his nose, and his lip is split.
And that’s just what I notice at first glance.
“What the hell?” I start moving quickly, slapping on a pair of gloves and pointing to the portable exam table. “Get him up here.”
“It looks worse than it is,” he says, even as Elena mutters, “He’s an idiot.”
“Why do I feel like you’re not the only one I’m going to be patching up tonight?” I raise a questioning eyebrow.
“I better be,” Zander growls.
Elena pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry,” she tells me. “The other guy was sent packing. I’m sure he’ll seek medical treatment elsewhere.”
“Fucking better.” Another growl. Or maybe it was more like a grunt.
“Am I missing something?”
Elena licks her lips and takes a calming breath. “I’d explain, but I fear that would just rile him up all over again. Let’s just say that a crew member was overheard saying some inappropriate thing about?—”
