Chapter 73
“I’m so sorry about all this,” Colby explained. “I’ll try not to delay production too much. I can manage lying in bed or sitting still, I think, so if we schedule—”
“Production—” Jill went motionless and stiff as if she’d been the one injured. Her eyes were red-rimmed and wide. “Colby—”
“It honestly won’t be a bother,” Colby attempted to clarify. “I won’t let it, you see, so—”
“Colby—” That was Jason. Also dismayed.
“Fuck that.” Andy sounded close to angry, in a way those freckles and that competence rarely did. “We’re not upset about production delays, Colby, we’re fucking upset because you’re our friend and you nearly fucking died!” His cheeks were flushed. And he crossed both arms. “You—you really think we—Jesus, Colby, what the fuck.”
“I…” Colby stopped. Looked at the set of Andy’s shoulders, the welling horror in Jill’s gaze. At the shock on Jason’s face, written large.