Contact

Kyle can’t help the grin that curls the corners of his mouth. His eyes narrow slightly as he listens to Katie, taking in every word, and feeling her emotions. “You’ve got a big heart, Katie…don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

The slight smile still on his lips, he allows her the upper hand by dropping his gaze first as he polishes off his chicken. “Bodyguard KT…I like it. Maybe we’ll make you a permanent part of the band yet.” He throws her a wink. “Speaking of which, JetStream owes you for that picture. I’m going to scan it and use it on our announcement flyers for events. What do you want for the hours you worked on it?”

Without warning, he drops his fork to clatter on his plate, squinting his left eye. “Oh, oh, oh!” He takes his hand to cover his eye, wincing in pain. “Eyelash!” Leaning to the side away from the table, he continues to squint. “Ahh!” Finally looking up, his eye is tearing, and he blinks and winces. “Oh, sheesh.” Bending over to stare at the floor he fights for several moments before stopping suddenly. “Uh-oh.” He glances back up to Katie, his eye already bloodshot and watery. “I just lost my contact on the floor. Could I not be any more stupid than that?” Sighing, he disappears as he goes onto his hands and knees on the floor. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, call for help,” he calls from under the table.


Con’s stomach convulsions continue for the next fifteen minutes, finally not having anything left to get out. He’s so weak from the episode that Rick has to hold him up before making sure he’s through. “Hey, Con, you’re gonna be all right. Just take it easy.” Ensuring that his body has ceased the convulsions, he summons Jason’s help again. “Let’s get you back in bed before you pass out in here.”

Rick and Jason make it back to the bedroom, Con dragging his feet, trying to support his own weight, but finding it impossible, his legs feeling like spaghetti.

Once he’s back into his bed, Rick checks his eyes again, having Angel check his vitals one more time. Wondering how responsive Con is, he holds up his hand. “How many fingers am I holding up, Con?”

Con’s eyes are halfway open and a slight scoffing laugh comes out. “Three and a thumb,” he manages hoarsely. “Just because I puked my guts out doesn’t mean I went blind.”

Rick starts to grin and he looks over at Angel. “By golly, I think we might have licked this thing.”

Con lets his eyes drift shut again, finally giving in. Somehow, he knows…the fight is over. “Quit fussing over me,” he whispers.

Rick chuckles and shakes his head. He rolls his eyes and puts away some things in his bag. “We’re not out of the woods yet, but I’m going downstairs to get some fresh air and make some coffee.”

Jason nods and starts to follow him. “I gotta make some calls and let Laura know what’s going on.” He glances back over his shoulder at Jamie, question lingering in his eyes, but he says nothing, and follows Rick out of the room.