Chapter 88
And he certainly had an army of people looking out for his comfort. Serenity and Steve the personal assistants had been assiduous about fetching pillows and heating pads and chairs. Cherry had fussed over his appearance, wielding makeup brushes. Brian had come over from behind cameras to hold up his phone, with a photo of a get-well drawing done by his daughter, and a promise to deliver the physical version once they returned to the US. Even Peter the key grip had detoured over to ask whether there was anything the crew could do to help. Colby had a vague suspicion that some of the carpenters had plans. He’d heard some muttering about height and wood and, disturbingly, extendable rods.
He tried sitting up again, gradually. He’d need to be, for this scene. Went well enough with Jason’s hand assisting.