Monday, 25/08
16:15
His head ached. Roman felt like there was a ticking time bomb wedged tightly into his brain and every second closer to the set time was a slice through his skull.
Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger hard over his eyes, trying to take the sharp edge off his migraine.
“That’s not going to help,” Stark murmured as he glanced up and down the hospital hallway.
“I’ll get a doctor.”
“No,” Roman said gruffly. “No time. They’ll be done in a minute then we’ll have to go in and speak with Ms. Finely.”
Stark pursed his lips. “Romie—”
“A headache won’t kill me, Stark,” Roman said sharply, his teeth gritting from impatience. “Lay off.”
Stark raised his brows in surprise, but silently nodded and stepped back, his feelings hurt. Pressing his
