The next morning, after indulging in a vigorous naked yoga session to ease her mind and lure Sed between her thighs where he belonged, Jessica accompanied Sed to visit Trey in the hospital. Trey had been moved to a new room, but he wasn't taking it lying down. He was in a heated debate with a local physician who'd taken over his care.
"There is no reason for me to stay here," Trey told the physician. "The CT scan showed no swelling, no bleeding. I've already proven I can walk, use the bathroom, eat solid foods. What more do you want?" He crossed his arms over his chest. He had yet to notice them standing just inside the doorway, witnessing his tantrum; but Jessica doubted that would have altered his behavior.
"I want you to calm down, Mister Mills," the physician said in a heavy Indian accent. "It is still quite possible for your wound to reopen and cause more internal bleeding. This is a very serious condition for you to have. You must continue with your medical care for at least three more days. Absolute minimum."
"Three more days?" Trey banged his head back against his pillow. "I'll die of boredom by then. I'm fine. Why won't you believe me?" He thought for a moment, got an "aha" look on his face, and then reached for the cell phone resting on his bed tray. "I'm going to call my father. We'll see what he says."
Trey concentrated very hard on extending his index finger and poked several buttons before lifting the phone to his ear with an "I'll show you" expression.
Jessica grinned to herself. The guy was totally endearing. Like the little brother everyone wanted, but was glad they didn't have.
While Trey was manipulating his father on the phone, he noticed Jessica and Sed in the doorway. He smiled brightly and waved them into the room.
The doctor turned toward them, looking frazzled and flustered. "I hope you have come to talk some sense into your friend."
"He didn't have any sense to start with," Sed said in his rumbling baritone.
"I heard that, Lionheart," Trey said. Looking all gloaty, he said into his phone, "Yeah, okay, Dad. Whatever it takes to get me out of this place. The doctors here are quacks."
His physician shook his head and left the room.
Jessica couldn't believe how great Trey looked. His color was back. That spark of orneriness had returned to his emerald eyes. If it weren't for the staples in the side of his head and the awkward way he held his hands, she could almost imagine he'd never been injured at all.
"So is your dad going to get you out of here?" Sed asked, sinking into the chair next to Trey's bed. He tugged Jessica down to sit on his knee.
"Yeah. Thank God."
"You look better today," Jessica said. "How are you feeling?"
"Not bad. My head is sore."
"You've always been a sorehead," Sed quipped.
"Fuck you."
"See what I mean?" Sed chuckled. "How are your hands?"
Jessica elbowed Sed in the ribs.
Trey tucked his hands under the covers self-consciously, his smile fading into a scowl. "They're getting better, I think."
"That's good. We need to get back on the road as soon as possible."
Jessica elbowed Sed in the ribs again. The man was so oblivious of his insensitivity at times.
Sed scrunched his brows together. "What?"
She ignored him. She didn't want to make Trey feel worse by spelling out Sed's stupidity.
"Are you going to stay with your parents while you recover?" Jessica asked, hoping to change the subject.
Trey wrinkled his nose. "It's the only way I could get Dad to agree to get me out of here. At least they have a pool."
"I guess we can work in the studio while we're waiting for you to get better," Sed said, off in his own little future-planning world. "We can probably get everything recorded in a couple of weeks. Except your parts, Trey. Unless you want Brian to record the rhythm guitar sections for you."
Trey looked like someone had ripped his still-beating heart from his chest, tossed it on the linoleum, and stomped on it.
"He doesn't mean that, Trey." Jessica climbed off Sed's knee and grabbed his nipple, twisting and pulling hard to coax him to his feet.
"Ouch! Jesus Christ, woman. What are you doing?" Sed protested as he rose from the chair.
"I need to speak to you in the hall for a moment," she said between clenched teeth. "Now!" She released his nipple and stalked toward the door.
"What did I do?" Sed asked, trailing after her.
When they were out of earshot of Trey's open door, she turned to confront him. "How can you be so callous, Sed? Did you see the look on his face?"
Sed's expression read clueless. "Huh?"
"Trey, you idiot. You hurt him. He's been conscious for a day and you already have Brian taking over his work as rhythm guitarist on the new album. What are you thinking?"
"I didn't mean permanently. Just for the recording."
"The album will wait until he's better."
"So we're just supposed to sit around and twiddle our thumbs while he recovers? We can't tour without him." He got a reflective look on his face. "Unless we can find someone to fill in for him."
Jessica punched him in the chest. "I can not believe you just said that!"
"It's nothing personal against Trey. If we stop now, we'll lose our momentum. We're finally where we want to be as a band, and wham, this happens."
She knew she couldn't talk down his drive to succeed, so she changed tactics. "Do you really think Brian will agree to play without Trey? You know they work as a unit. Are you going to replace Brian, too?"
He sighed loudly. "I'm sorry I hurt him. I'm just worried. A lot of people depend on us for a paycheck, you know?"
So he wasn't just thinking of himself as she'd first suspected. Now she felt bad for yelling at him. "It will work out. I guarantee it."
He grinned. "Can I get that in writing?"
"Sure. Why not?"
He lifted his shirt, revealing red marks around his left nipple. "And I think you owe this guy an apology."
She rolled her eyes at him and walked towards Trey's room.
"Jessica," he called. "Can I book an appointment for make-up sex in two hours?"
Several people walking the corridor stopped to gawk at them.
She paused and glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyebrows drawn together in an angry scowl. "Sedric!"
"What?" He shrugged and started after her.
"You don't need an appointment."
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist as he careened into her. He lifted her feet off the ground and carried her into Trey's room. They found him in a frustrated rage, repeatedly smashing his under-responsive hand with the television remote control.