After a long moment Jo nods back.
And I think what the feck? Is she an empath like Kat? How did she know what he was saying? And what was he saying anyway? And why is she turning her tray over to somebody else?
Then my legs are going out from under me because I faked as long as I could, and he’s got me before I hit the floor, carrying me, and I don’t even fight it because I’m too miserable.
They take me to a room a few doors down from Ryodan’s office and put me in bed. I burrow deep into the soft mattress, sigh with relief and pass out cold. Ryodan pisses me off what can’t be more than three minutes later by waking me back up and forcing me to drink warm Jell-O water.
At first I don’t want it but it tastes like heaven.
“What happened?” I say. “Did I, like, die and come back?” What an adventure! I wonder if this’ll get put into the legend of me when I do die. I wonder how many times I might kick Death’s ass in my life. How wicked cool is that?
“Drink.”
“Where’d Dancer come from?” My stomach cramps. “Aw, it’s hurting my stomach.”
“Stop gulping. Take small sips.”
I see another funny thing when he pours a second glass of warm Jell-O water. “Dude, shake much?”
“I got too cold.”
Lor laughs and gives him a look. “Or too hot. Get out of here. I’ve got it.”
Ryodan looks at my empty glass. I’ve drained the pitcher already and I want more.
“I’ll get it,” Lor says. “Go do what you need to do, boss.”
I wonder what he needs to do, why he’s shaking. If this is his weakness, I want to know all about it. Too bad I’m about to pass out again.
Ryodan stands up. “Take care of her.” He walks out.
Lor says, “Sleep, kid. I’ll be back before you know it. With candy bars.”
I slump into the pillows, curl up and sigh. Candy bars. Life is sweet. All I have to do is lie here where it’s cozy and warm and wait for them. They heated blankets for me. Someone’s bringing me candy bars in bed.
I’m going to sleep for days.
I wonder what happened. Dying to talk to Dancer. But it’ll have to wait.
I’m drifting, just about to pass out again when I suddenly get wired, struck by a certainty that pisses me all kinds of off.
I know why Ryodan gave Jo that look!
Because they’re in his office right now, talking about me! Conspiring, with Jo all worried about me because I almost died.
And they’re trying to figure out what to do with me since I don’t follow rules and almost got myself killed tonight. I hate it when adults have their stupid powwows about me! They always end with me getting read the riot act and handed a whole new list of rules that nobody in their right mind could possibly obey, most of which aren’t even logical or smart.
How the feck was I supposed to know if I touched one tiny little thing it would snap me out of freeze-frame? Why couldn’t he have just told me that? I would never have done it!
Thinking about how I didn’t almost get myself killed tonight, really he did, I start to steam from the inside and warm right up from sheer temper. I crawl out from under my huddle of blankets, get my sword, stumble to the door and wobble out into the hall. I look up and down but don’t see anybody. ’Cause, like everybody’s probably already in his office, dissing me.
I careen down the hall, stumbling from wall to wall, using them to steady me until I make it to his door, then I slap my palm where I always see him put his, and the door slides open. I don’t even wait for it to finish opening before I begin airing my gripes.
“It is not my fault I almost got killed, dude. It’s your fault and here’s ho—ooooww—Ew!” I shake my head, horrified and … and … and …
Horrified.
My mouth hangs open, with nothing coming out.
Ryodan looks over his shoulder at me.
He’s got Jo in there but they’re not talking. She’s bent over his desk with her skirt up. And he’s doing that thing I wish I’d never seen him doing. Holy travel agent! Did I, like, go through a time warp or something? How long did it take me to get here? Don’t grown-ups do other things before they get to this point? Like maybe hug and kiss, make out for a little while? I move fast and all but, dude! Kind of thinking some things’d be nice, a little slow, like maybe give you a chance to get ready for stuff that’s happening!
Jo gasps and turns bright red. “Oh! Dani! Get out of here!”
I’m seeing more of Jo than I ever wanted to.