"Us," Justin corrects.
I smile. "Yeah, I do, don't I?" I reply. But it's not the same. They know it and I know it.
The ground spins below me and I break out in a cold sweat.
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit," I whisper, knowing I'm going to pass out any second.
Damn him. Ben Kingston needs to get his shit together and he needs to do it before I run out of time.
Chapter 8
Lucian
I watched the color drain from her face, the sweat beads form on her brow and upper lip, and I knew she was going down.
Nicole spins around way too fast, and I reach out for her, grabbing her before she eats the pavement. When I note she didn't just do a little dizzy faint but a full on pass out, I scoop her up in my arms and head to the doc's trailer.
"Fuck," I curse aloud. Justin grunts beside me. "You better go get Lucy, Sera, and the boss man. Lucy's on the BFD bus and I'm sure Sera's with her."
"On it," he says and heads in the opposite direction I am.
I glance over and note he's kicked up the jog I'm at to a run. Good. She needs them. Christ. Did I push her too far last night? Did we push her too far today with the boards and sound check?
When I get near the bus, the door opens and Dr. Donovan holds it while I step inside.
"What happened?" he asks.
"She passed out. We were all standing around talking," I begin, then lay her down on the bed in the back. Christ, this is like a mini-hospital.
"You were all talking," he prompts as he opens each of Nicole's eyes and shines a light in them.
"The color slowly seeped out of her face and when she turned, she turned way too fast and she was down for the count."
He lets out a sigh.
"If it makes any difference, she cursed a blue streak of 'shits' before she went down," I tell him.
He nods. "That's our girl." He's listening to her heart and lungs. He takes her blood pressure and shakes his head.
"Bad news?" I ask.
He lifts only his eyes to mine. That look right there speaks volumes.
The door swings open, slamming against the side of the bus, and a very pregnant Lucy attempts to board the bus-but fails.
"Justin!" she bellows, and he looks her up and down.
"You need a lift?" he asks.
"Please," she replies.
He reaches for her, scooping her up into his arms much the way I did Nicole.
"Take it easy, half-pint," Justin tells her and she cuts him a glare.
"What happened?" she asks.
"She passed out. I told you that," Justin tells her.
She glares at him again. "I know that. But why?"
Dr. Donovan looks up. "I don't have the answers to that and, Jesse, you might want to turn around because I'm going to draw some blood."
Jesse's face pales and he turns around with Lucy struggling in his arms.
"Put me down so I can go to her, Jesse."
He kisses her forehead then sets her down gently. "Careful, Cupcake."
"I'm all right. I promise."
Another slam of the bus door and Sera comes flying in. That's the way it looks … literally. I swear I don't see her feet touch the ground or the steps.
"What the hell happened?" she asks, frantic.
Behind Sera comes Cage, at a less panicked rate, but the worry is etched deep into his features.
"She passed out, Sera," Lucy tells her sister and they stare at each other, doing that whole silent communication thing I've never understood. Then they both begin to fret.
"Is she all right?" Sera asks.
The doc shakes his head as he draws yet another vial of blood-that makes five. "I'm not sure yet. I don't know how long she's been feeling unwell. She comes to see me three times a day for her medications and she's, obviously, been lying to me."
"Maybe it just came on," Justin tries. "I mean, we were talking about relationships, sex, and then Ben came-it could have been stress."
Jesse snorts. "Talking to her about sex and relationships might make her blush, but not faint. Now Ben? That's an entirely different story."
I nod.
"I'm going to run these tests. We should know something within the hour," the doc relays.
"You can do all that shit here?" Justin asks.
"Yep. We've got a pretty sweet setup here."
Justin eyes Cage. "Deep pockets."
Cage meets his stare. "It's not just for Coley. There are other members of the crew who have illnesses and, while not as severe, they also require regular testing. Why should we go out of our way to do that when we can do it right here? Factor in the time lost, expenses of having testing done at a facility, and cost of staff, it all equals out in the end."
"Damn, you're so hot when you talk money, baby," Sera tells him and he smirks.
"I'll go over stocks and bonds with you later, Fee."
"I'm not sure about stocks, but bonds? I think I'm up for some bonds," she answers with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Cage's nostrils flare and his eyes darken.
"Dude, I feel like we're intruding on foreplay right now," I say out loud.
"Right?" Lucy agrees. "But it's sexy as hell watching them."
Nicole moans, drawing everyone's attention. She slowly opens her eyes, blinking.
"Are you all right, baby?" I ask, sitting on the edge of her bed and taking her free hand, Lucy's holding the other.
She sighs. "I'm fine."
"You don't look 'fine' to me," Lucy chastises.
"Uh-oh. Mama Bear's upset," Justin says and Nicole winces.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on or do I have to wait until Dr. Sexy gets back with your lab results?" Sera asks.
"I really am fine. I just got dizzy."
"And passed out," Dr. Donovan answers. "That's not in the definition of 'fine'."
Nicole doesn't say anything, only looks down to where my thumb is caressing the top of her hand.
"How long?" the doc asks.
"A little more than a week," she admits quietly.
He nods. "You know better, Nicole. Even one day-"
"Can make a difference. Yeah, I know," she says flatly.
"So, why then?" Sera asks.
"It's just a little dizziness," Nicole whines. Yep, pretty girl whined.
"Which is likely dehydration for which you are about to get a lovely banana bag," the doc tells her. I look at Justin and the side of his mouth twitches.
"God, I'm really glad Xander isn't here," Nicole says.
"Did someone call my name?" Xander asks, his head popping into the bus. "Did I hear banana bag?" We all groan. "I've heard of banana hammocks, but never a banana bag."
The doc chuckles. "A banana bag is an IV bag of potassium chloride that helps with dehydration."
"Which Coley is getting right now because she didn't tell anyone she was feeling sick," Lucy chides.
Xander's eyes go wide and his mouth forms an "O". Just clasps a hand on his shoulder and leans in. "Mama Bear's in an uproar."
"Ha!" Xander laughs. "Uproar. Nice, man. Nice!"
Justin takes a bow.
"Oh Christ. There are two of them," Cage mutters. "When did Justin turn into a Xander?"
"About the time he stopped shooting up heroin," Justin informs the room.
"That'd do it," Xander says with a nod. "Good on ya man. You don't need that shit."
"Nope. I like the world to be a fun place. Heroin gave me that. Now I make my own fun," Justin says flatly.
"So, Cage dude, it's either another Xan the Man or heroin. I think another me is pretty fucking awesome," Xander says with a strut.
Cage smirks. "Xander over heroin. I'll take it."
"I knew it! I fucking knew it! You totally love me, dude," Xander shouts, putting his arm around Cage.
"He likes you enough, Xan, but I think it's only fair to warn you he's got a gun in the waistband of his jeans," Sera teases.
"Shit," Xander says, gently patting Cage's shoulder. "Dude. Sorry man."
Cage looks at Sera and lifts a brow. She blows him a kiss.
"Back to Nicole," Lucy says sternly.
"I'll let you know in a few minutes. Her tests are nearly done," the doc tells us.
"Good. And, Nicole?" Lucy asks.
"Hmm?"
"This is total bullshit. You know this, right?" Lucy scolds.
"But-"
"You know it is."
Nicole sighs. "Yeah. I just don't want to be sick."
"I don't want you to be sick-er," Lucy tells her. "You can't do this, Coley."
When Lucy wipes a tear, Nicole's done for. Watching two strong women break isn't something I ever want to witness again.
When they come apart, Nicole wipes the tears from her cheeks. "Sheesh. You'd think I was dying or something," she jokes. No one laughs. "Tough crowd."
"Not at all funny," Xander announces.
"You said I could joke all I wanted to," Nicole replies.
He nods. "I did, but I didn't think you'd do it when we were waiting for test results to determine whether or not you're sick again."
"I don't need test results for that," she says. I look at her questioningly. "I know I am," she admits.