“Sir, can you tell me what happened?” I snort and Dom shakes his head at me. Come on! Sir? It’s funny.
“I just got a little dizzy and lost my footing,” I say.
He looks around the room. “Did you hit your head on anything?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly conscious as I fell.”
He takes both of his hands and starts feeling around my head. “Ouch,” I say when he hits a particular spot that’s tender.
He gives me a look. “So maybe?” I shrug.
He pulls a small flashlight out before aiming it right for my eyes. That’s not very nice. He should be fired.
When he’s done doing all these little tests, he straps a blood pressure cuff on my arm. “I need to get a blood pressure reading. If you hit your head and got a concussion, the best place for you to get checked out is the hospital.”
“I’m fine, really. My head doesn’t even hurt.”Lie.
“Well, your blood pressure is high. Are you on any medication for it?”
“Ahhh, no.” I don’t even know when the last time I had my blood pressure checked.
“I want you to just sit here for a bit. I’m going to grab some paperwork.”
The twink with an ass for days leaves, and I close my eyes, leaning my head back. I just need a minute.
I don’t get long because someone clears their throat. I crack open one eye and see Jaxon standing in the doorway. Fuck, he’s supposed to be at the fundraiser with Alex.
“I’m fine really,” I tell him, blowing out a big breath. He looks to Dom, who I’m pretty sure is conspiring against me.
Then there’s another round of commotion. Oh, come on, people. Now what?
“Oh, my God! What happened?”
Fuuuuuck me.
Olly pushes past Jaxon, and I roll my eyes. If I could read Jaxon’s shrug, I bet it says, ‘It sucks to be you.’
Whatever, traitor!
I can tell he’s come straight from the restaurant with his greasy jeans, his trusty flannel shirt, and backward baseball cap. Not that Olly plays baseball.
Look, I like Olly and have developed somewhat of an obsession with him.But that’s beside the point.I don’t need him being all worried about me. Something’s going on with him and I think it’s something to do with The Diner. Which means he has enough on his plate. Plus, Olly can be…
“Olly, I’m fine, really!” I tell him.
The pain from the slap to my arm is nothing, but still…Ouch.“The hell you are, Jasper. You look like shit.”Double ouch!
“Gee, thanks,” I grumble, making Dom and Jaxon stifle a laugh.
“I’m sorry, that was harsh of me, but Jasper…”
And saved by the twink. “Okay, I think we are all done here,” he says, coming over and taking off the blood pressure cuff. “Since you refuse to get checked out at the hospital, you need to follow up with your doctor.”
Olly scoffs.Damn it.
“And you need to take it easy for the next couple of days. Don’t do any strenuous activities and try to keep your heart rate down. Also, because you hit your head, it would be smart to have someone stay with you tonight.” He squeezes my arm. What is that look on Olly’s face? Oh, is that…? “And call your doctor,” he says as he leaves.
I hold up my hands. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
