But she didn’t feel as though now was the time either.
“You should be with her,” Angelica yawned.
Hope shook Angelica’s arm lightly. They’d said not to let her sleep, at least not just yet. The doctor had to come check her out, but everyone was damn certain that she had a concussion on top of everything. “You need to stay awake, Ange.”
“You don’t call me Angel anymore.” Angelica turned her head to look at Hope. “Why is that?”
Hope frowned. Maybe that head injury had done more damage than she’d realized. “Because you told me not to.”
“Oh. Right.” Angelica swallowed hard and turned back to look up at the ceiling. “I’m so tired.”
“You can’t go to sleep yet.” Hope squeezed her arm lightly.
“Where’s Eva?”
“She’s with Rex,” Hope answered again. “And she’ll be fine with him. He knows how to handle her. I’m worried about you right now, and no one else.”
Angelica nodded slowly, her eyelids fluttering shut again.
Hope clicked her tongue. “Nope, stay awake.”
“Knock, knock!” There was a gentle knock to accompany the words on the glass door to the room.
Hope straightened her back as the doctor finally came into the room, staring down at a computer in his hands, followed by two nurses. “We have the results of the X-rays. Looks like you broke your leg.”
Hope could have rolled her eyes, but she held back. No one thought that Angelica’s leg wasn’t broken.
“Your wrist and head look good though, and your arm.” He flipped through his screen. “You’ll need a few stitches on that cut, and because of the alcohol in your system, I’d like to admit you for at least one night for observation with your concussion.”
Perfect.
Hope bit her cheek, looking from Angelica to the doctor. They seemed to be in a stare down, but based on Angelica’s state, she was damn sure that she wasn’t going to win this one.
“You’ll need to stay off your leg for a few weeks. You’ll be in an air cast. Then in a few weeks we can re-evaluate if you can start bearing weight on it. And I’ll need to reset it.”
This was bad. Hope wasn’t even sure how much of this Angelica was understanding. She’d probably have to repeateverything in the morning when she was with-it more. Angelica nodded at him.
“The nurses are going to start an IV and put some topical on your head so we can get that stitched. Then we’ll reset your leg and move you to a room.”
“Ange, I’m going to be right back. I need to talk to Josef.”
“Don’t tell him how bad it is.”
“I’ll try not to.” Though she wasn’t exactly sure how she was going to avoid that one either. Hope stepped out of the room. Her phone was nearly dead, which wasn’t going to help with planning for tomorrow and the rest of filming. She called Rex first, letting him in on what was happening.
Then she called Josef.
Which she absolutely hated to do.
“Hello?” His groggy voice echoed through the phone.
“We’ve got a problem. I’m at the hospital with Ange…”
It took her a full thirty minutes before she managed to get off the phone with him, and in the end, he seemed far more concerned about what the headlines were going to say than Angelica’s health. If they had been friends at one point, that was far over by now. Hope bit her lip, debating on making one more phone call before she begged Lyric to bring her a charger.
But if anyone could keep Josef off the warpath, it’d be Logan. And he had asked Hope to keep him in the loop about everything. Calling him, she shrugged. What harm would it do in the end?
When she got back to the room, Angelica was asleep on the bed with an IV in her arm and her forehead already stitched up and cleaned. They were holding her leg as they pressed it into the air cast. Hope sat down in the small chair next to the bed and crossed her legs as she waited.
