What’s changed?
The elevator doors slid open, and Ezra gripped me even harder.
“What—” I started to ask before seeing who was inside.
Oliver stepped out, his expression tense. He wore the black suit from before, but his tie was missing. He flicked his gaze between Ezra and I. “Have you seen Jamie?”
“There was an incident,” I told him. Oh God, Oliver was going to be devastated when he found out what happened. This must be one of his worst nightmares coming true. He’d been trying to help Jamie for so long, and to no avail.
“What incident?” Oliver asked in a flat tone. “What happened?”
“Jamie passed out in a stairwell. He may have…ODed. We’re not sure,” Ezra explained.
“Where is he now?” Oliver asked. His face was as cold as granite. “Where is Jamie?”
“I got them to call an ambulance,” I said. “He’s on the way to the hospital now.”
A long, taut silence stretched. Oliver’s lips quivered. “You did what? Why would you do that?”
I frowned. “What…do you mean?”
Oliver’s cheek fluttered, and he shot a narrow look at Ezra before focusing back on me. His eyes flickered with anger.
“We have our own medics you…youstupidgirl.”
I began to tremble. I’d expected him to be upset, but not atme. “What—”
“Why didn’t you find me first? You know I know how to handle him. You know what’s been going on with him. Why would you—”
“Hey,” Ezra interrupted. “He asked her to get him to a hospital, so she did. There wasn’t enough time to find you. I know you’re upset, but check yourself. Ivy didn’t do anything wrong.”
Oliver ignored him. “Where was Mike? His bodyguard?”
“I don’t know. He was alone when I found him,” I admitted. Something told me Mike was about to be out of a job.
“He needs his personal doctor,” Oliver seethed. “Someone who’s familiar with his medical history. He’s not just some fucking junkie you can shove into a random hospital. He’s got a goddamn show to play tomorrow.”
My eyes widened. “A show? He’s not going to be able to…” This wasn’t making any sense. How could Oliver be thinking about their next show when we’d just told him Jamie might have ODed? Maybe he didn’t understand how bad Jamie had looked. “You said you’d cancel the tour if he didn’t stop using. I think it might be time to do that.”
Oliver ran both of his hands through his hair, clutching at the strands. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Fuck! I could have handled this. I have to go see him.”
“You do that,” Ezra bit out. “Ivy, let’s go.”
“Oliver, I’m sorry,” I whispered. I kept waiting for something to break in Oliver’s face, something that would show me that his immediate reaction was just him in shock, but the cold fury remained. He didn’t acknowledge the apology, didn’t say anything to me before he turned and left.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Ezra muttered, jabbing the elevator button. It dinged open, and Ezra pulled me inside.
“Why did he say you know what’s been going on with Jamie?” the drummer asked me in a quiet voice.
Tears were spilling down my cheeks. I was so tired, so goddamn tired, and so lost. “I don’t. Not really. I don’t know why he said that.”
“Is something going on between you two?” Ezra asked. “You and Oliver?”
I shook my head, biting on my lips.
“You can tell me. I won’t tell Cole if you don’t want me to.”
We stepped out of the elevator, and I turned to face Ezra, my face streaked with tears. The drummer was looking at me with a pained expression, as if he couldn’t stand to see me broken up like this.
