“I suppose you’re fucking her now.” Brian pointed at Jessica, who flinched.
Sed and Jessica avoided each other’s gazes.
“God! You’re such an idiot!” Brian reached over and slapped Sed alongside the head. “She’s just going to destroy you again, man. You have the shortest memory of anyone I know.”
Sed knew Jessica would destroy him. He knew it, but he loved her anyway. He’d always loved her. He’d never stopped loving her, and he’d still love her after she knifed him in the heart again. Even now she was setting him up to knock him down and he honestly didn’t care. Whatever she had in mind couldn’t be worse than living without her.
Unless she planned on leaving him again.
His gaze swiveled to the object of his obsession, who was pointedly staring at the floor in front of her. She wouldn’t do that again, would she? God, he wouldn’t survive if he had to watch her walk away from him again.
The cab sat waiting for them outside the hotel. Sed slid into the front seat with the driver, leaving Brian, Myrna and Jessica to climb into the back. All the way to the hospital, the interior of the cab remained silent. Sed stared out the windshield, wondering how he could possibly fix this mess. He’d do anything to make it better. But really, what could he do? He wasn’t a doctor. He didn’t have any influence over the functioning of a hospital. He had to try to do something, though. Sitting back and letting things happen was never on his agenda.
The cab driver dropped them off in front of the emergency room. The front desk directed them to Trey’s room upstairs in the ICU. There, they found Eric pacing the hall.
Eric seized Brian in a bear hug. “Oh good, oh good, you made it.”
Brian pulled away and glanced into the nearest door. “Is he in there?”
“Yeah. Dare’s with him. All my pacing was making Trey nervous, so he told me to get lost.”
Brian grabbed Myrna’s hand and pulled her into the room. Jessica stayed behind in the hallway with Eric, while Sed followed the newlyweds. They found Dare sitting on the edge of Trey’s bed, talking to him in hushed tones.
Trey glanced up when Brian came into his line of sight. He smiled brightly and then his gaze shifted to Myrna. He bit his lip and scowled. “I’m sorry I interrupted your honeymoon. I’m such a pussy.” Trey spoke with a slurred voice. He concentrated on swallowing and then blinked slowly.
“This is more important,” Brian said.
Myrna nodded in agreement.
“Didn’t I see you with Jessica earlier this evening?” Dare asked Myrna. “Is this your wife?” he asked Brian.
“Yeah. Myrna, this is Trey’s older brother, Darren,” Brian said.
“Dare,” Dare corrected and extended his hand to Myrna, who shook it.
“Can I borrow you for a moment?” Myrna said, tugging Dare from the edge of the bed by his hand.
“Uh, sure. Okay.”
Sed watched Myrna lead Dare out into the hall, thinking her request strange. Brian took the spot on the edge of the bed recently vacated by Trey’s older brother.
Trey glanced up at Sed. “They bothered you, too. Sheesh, I’m a regular pain in the ass, aren’t I?”
Sed shook his head. “What did they tell you?” Please say you’re going to be all right, Trey. Please.
“Tore a vein or something in my head.” He pointed to a spot several inches behind his left ear. “They have to drill a hole and suck the blood out. It’s not as bad as it sounds. The MRI didn’t show much blood in there. Just a little hole in a vein. Shouldn’t be too hard to f-fix…” His eyes drifted out of focus.
Brian reached for the call button, but Trey grabbed his arm and shook his head slightly.
“I’m all right,” he insisted. “I just can’t think so good.”
“Well, nothing unusual about that,” Brian said.
Trey smiled his typical, infectious grin.
“Isn’t it dangerous to drill a hole in someone’s head?” Sed asked.
“If they don’t, I’ll die.” Trey covered his eyes with one hand. His throat convulsed as he swallowed hard.
“You’re not going to die, Trey,” Brian said. “If you do, I’ll kill you.”
Trey chuckled. Sed realized he was probably making Trey feel worse, but he didn’t want to leave. He needed to see Trey moving, breathing, joking around. That way he could convince himself that Trey would be okay and that helpless feeling in Sed’s gut would ease.
“Did you tell the doctor the last thing you need is another hole in your head?” Brian touched the holes in Trey’s left ear, which usually had rings and studs in them, but apparently all of his jewelry had been removed. “Tongue pierced, eyebrow twice, nose, two in your lip, five in your ears.”
Trey moved his hand from his eyes. He looked more alert than he had a moment ago. “Might as well make it an even dozen.” He laughed and then winced, his right eyebrow twitching slightly. He glanced at Sed. “You look like you’re at my funeral.”
“What can I do for you, Trey?” Sed asked. “Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“Smile.”
Sed tried, but it made his chest constrict in agony.
Brian’s gaze focused on Sed’s bare torso. “Did you lose your shirt at the casino, or what?”
Sed glanced down at his chest. “Uh, I gave it to a fan.”
“You lose more shirts that way,” Brian said.
Trey laughed.
Sed smiled. Trey was going to be okay. He had to be.
Myrna came back into the room. She approached the bed and leaned over Trey. Her fingers gently brushed the long strands of black hair from his forehead and she kissed his brow.
“There will be a fresh cherry pie waiting for you when you come home,” Myrna said.
“Awesome!”
“When do you get to come home?” Sed asked.
“Tomorrow, I hope. I fuckin’ hate hospitals.”
“Do you really think they’re going to let you out of here that quickly? After brain surgery? Get a clue, man.”
“Brain surgery? It’s nothing that serious. I don’t have a tumor. They’re just sucking out some blood. No big deal. A hotel maid could do it.” He made a sucking sound and pantomimed vacuuming the side of his head.
Sed shook his head at him. “No big deal, huh?” Five minutes ago the guy was freaking out. What was different? He noticed Trey was clinging to the front pocket of Brian’s jeans with two fingers. Ah, Brian. Trey’s rock. Sed was doubly glad he’d retrieved him.
“If it was a big deal,” Brian said, “don’t you think they’d have already started operating?”
“They’re waiting for a brain surgeon,” Myrna said. “A good one. Dare said their father called her personally.”
Why hadn’t Sed thought of that? Trey’s father, Dr. George Mills, was a renowned plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills. Of course, Dr. Mills would have connections and get Trey the best possible care.
“He’ll need a good one. Doc Mills knows his son doesn’t have any spare brain cells to sacrifice,” Brian said, punching Trey in the shoulder.
Trey scowled at Brian. “Why did I want you here again?”
“To ruin my good time, apparently. You can’t imagine the incredible things Myrna was doing to me when Sed interrupted.”
“Fine, then. Leave.”
“Before seeing your new haircut? Wouldn’t miss that for anything, buddy.”
“Haircut?” Trey glanced around nervously. “What haircut?”
Brian grinned down at him. “You know they’re going to have to shave off all your hair before they start drilling holes through your thick skull.”
Trey’s eyes widened. He glanced at Myrna for verification. She nodded slightly. “It will grow back, sweetie.”
“Fuck that.” Trey tried to get out of the hospital bed.