The doctor said it was just a bruised retina. She said the stars he saw behind his eyelids would fade, and they did. Today he hadn’t seen so much as a sparkle, and he was beginning to wonder which was worse—the flashing lights that had hounded him like overeager fans in the beginning or the current darkness that plagued him. He didn’t like the dark. It made him think he might never see anything else ever again.
He had to keep the bandage on—for a week at least, the doctor said. He had drops he hated because he couldn’t see to put them in, and he felt so damn helpless and weak when he asked someone else to do it for him.
Meaning Ian.
Somehow or other, Ian always seemed to get stuck with the chore. The bodyguards were out of the question—big, hulking brutes who’d probably crush Corey or
