a jumble of angry sounds. But I felt their eyes. Sta

e put a hand on my shou

ing with fake concern. "Let's not dwell on th

a cameraman,

pushed her hand away. I stood up.

d. My voice was hoar

lamped around my arm. "Don't you dare,"

will bring in plenty of donations. Enough for you to

oy again? Trying to make me feel guilty? Cry and

the crew. The sound felt

angry faces. It was all swirling around me.

raw. Louder than I thought it could

ack. The floor ru

hospital bed beneath me. A needle in my

bed. His brow was furr

ncer?" he a

My throa

contact," he said. "Your brother

Post-it notes mentione

know," I

d. He looked at

stress," he explained gently. "You need to stay here for obser

door creaked

rried a fruit basket. And a bouqu

raman. His lens poi

edside. Her voice was too bright. "How are you feeling, sweetie? T

ket on the nightstand. I

. Just watching. His

he camera. I pulled the bla

Harlow. His eyebrows were pra

His voice was firm. "This patient n

s. And this is our film crew. We're just here to check on her. A

is mouth to argue.

was low, laced with an unspoken threat

cameras. He sighed again. He turned

my bed. She took my hand

take care of you. It's just so sad you'

rother will see. He'll rush back. He'll want to p

d away. Her fingers we

ment. He let ou

good to even be touched? Look at your

te. You will finish this show. Or I promise you

I didn't know what to do.

tal room burst open. It slammed

d-shouldered. His eyes swept acr

m. Cold. Furious. "Who th