Page 55 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Hmm. Maybe I won’t want to leave the penthouse.”
I giggle. “It’s so crazy that’s where you’re headed after the clinic. I’m sure your team is ready to spoil you.”
“Do you think that’s who will help me get home? I don’t even know my address.”
“I guess. Your assistant will probably have it organized.”
His lip upturns. “Randall?”
I ease out a soft laugh. “No Devon.Yourassistant.”
His eyebrows lift. “I have a personal assistant?”
“Of course. Who else would video you in the gym?”
He laughs uncomfortably. “Eww. That feels gross.”
I giggle. “No, it actually seemed cool. Like, you two seem like actual friends. At least that’s the impression I got from following you guys online.”
“Oh, cool.” Wyatt sits up, reflectively looking toward the door. “How come he hasn’t been around?”
I shrug. “I’ve no idea. I would’ve assumed he was by your side this whole time.”
“I don’t remember him. Unless, he was only here in the beginning when I was still out of it. I don’t remember much of the first few weeks.”
“Hmm. Yeah, maybe.”
Wyatt taps his knee, his shoulders locking as he mulls on a thought. “Should I ask my parents to move in with me?”
“Do you want that?”
He sighs, his eyes downcast. “I don’t know.”
“If it helps, they seemed really beat up this morning,” I say. “I guess they’re struggling with your recovery in their own way.”
Wyatt runs a hand back and forth over his hair. “I just don’t understand how my life has changed so much.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Ugh. I remember,after waking up, feeling so relieved the first time I saw my parents clearly.” Wyatt frowns. “They were fussing about my speech and my vision, and I was trying to tell them I was okay, but the words couldn’t come out.”
I push for a smile as I gently touch his arm. “It’s okay. You’re doing so much better now. Your stutter is hardly an issue.”
“It’s such a blur.” Wyatt winces, pinching the bridge of his nose. “My head pounded so hard and I couldn’t see straight. Whenever someone talked to me, there was intense ringing in my ears. It was like torture.”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. That sounds awful.”
“I remember days being crowded by people, but it’s pretty foggy.”
“Understandable. Dr. Fincher said you were in an induced coma.”
“Mom and Dad looked scared.” He swallows hard, keeping his stare low. “After going manic on the doctors, they were talking about me working. All these people were talking about my career and none of it made sense.” Wyatt scratches the side of his head, dwelling on the memory. “The last thing I could remember was the summer before high school. My parents had to explain everything about fifteen times before anything registered as real.”
“So, you don’t remember attending Ashworth Academy?”
His bite into his lip, his eyelids growing heavy as he gives a slight shake of the head.
“That’s okay. Sometimes, I’d be happy to forget that place.”
