Page 19 of When We Fell Again
“I think I’ve fucked up my shoulder again,” I managed to force out before sagging against the wall and dropping to the floor.
CHAPTER8
Alexis
I staredin horror as Jordon turned a horrible shade of grey and crumpled onto the floor beside me. The incident with the guy had shaken me more than I expected, but seeing Jordan in such distress was so much worse. Before I had the chance to think properly, I dropped to my knees beside him.
“What can I do? Do you want the painkillers?” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realised how stupid that was. He needed more than pain relief. Frantically, I looked around to see if anyone could help.
The crowd who had been there to witness the altercation had thinned out, and there were about half a dozen people left who were either on their phones or heading out of the door without any regard for the man curled up on the floor. If any of them had glanced in our direction, I suspected they might have thought Jordan had simply drunk too much and decided to take a time-out.
“Let me see if I can find one of the St John’s Ambulance staff.” I stood up, only for Jordan to grab my hand.
“Don’t leave me, Lex. Please.” His eyes were the only bright thing about him as he pleaded with me to stay.
I didn’t want to alarm any of the others about the situation because that would mean explaining about the potential fight. But Jordan needed some kind of medical intervention and I couldn’t provide that. Pulling my phone from the back pocket of my jeans, I contacted the only person who could assist.
Alexis: Where are you? I could really use your help right now.
I stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots to appear. Thankfully, I wasn’t disappointed.
Claudia: Chatting with the tech guys. What’s up?
Alexis: It’s Jordan. He’s hurt.
Claudia: What the fuck? What happened? And where are you???
Alexis: By the merchandise stand. Can you come here?
Claudia responded with a thumbs-up emoji. I hoped she wouldn’t be long.
Thankfully, within minutes, she was there. Her gaze took in the overturned merch tables, the stock all over the floor, and finally fell on Jordan curled up against the wall, clutching his shoulder.
“What happened?” she repeated.
Briefly, I told her the whole story, including the bit about stopping him punching seven shades of shit out of the guy who’d been harassing me.
“So he hit the wall instead?” Claudia shook her head. “Idiot.”
Jordan groaned, a low guttural sound I hadn’t heard before.
“Shit, he’s in a bad way. Do you know if there are still any St John’s people around? I saw them earlier.”
“No idea.” Claudia cocked her head to one side. “As the tour manager, aren’t you meant to know about that? Or have you graduated to band girlfriend now?”
First the guy making assumptions and now Claudia. Jordan and I werenothingto each other. He’d made that pretty clear on the first date of the tour.
“Lay off the smart remarks. I’m only trying to help him.”
“Let me see if I can find someone. Otherwise, I suggest getting an Uber to the hospital because the roadies aren’t going to make space for him in the van.” Claudia crouched down and said something to Jordan which raised a small smile from him, and then disappeared.
Once she’d gone, I took her place beside him. “Claudia’s gone to get some help. How are you feeling?”
“Like I punched a wall. Fuck, Lex. It really hurts.” He attempted to move, his face screwed up with pain.
“Can I do anything to make you more comfortable?”
He shook his head, closing his eyes. “Just stay with me.”
