Chapter 4Interlude, While Filming
“Resting,” Jason said, meaningfully. “You. Not moving.” He had a hand on Colby’s shoulder, a reminder. The bed perked up under Colby: doing its job.
Colby sighed. “I’m really all right.”
“You are, but you’re also recovering.”
“It’s not as if it’s even terribly—”
“You were,” Jason said, as calmly as he could under the circumstances, “in a f*****g explosion. And got knocked out.” The stunt had gone wrong, there on the John Kill set. Explosives too early and too strong. Something not measured right on the part of the demolitions crew. Colby hadn’t been far enough away. He’d hit unforgiving ground hard.
Jason, not in that shot, had been watching from behind a bank of monitors. Had run, heart in his throat. Colby had been waking up already, but gradually,
