Chapter 10

“Jesus, I have to be more careful with you.” Gio climbed off the bed and fetched them both towels for cleanup because they were sticky and sweaty. He tossed one to Steve. “I really think you should see a doctor. Maybe that coffee table injury damaged you more than we both know.”

“I’m fine. Really, I am.”

“You don’t know that. You have a degree in music, not head injuries.”

Steve didn’t want to argue with him about the topic of his tumble, mostly because he thought Gio was right. He should see a professional at a hospital, but he didn’t want to admit such a detail to himself, or to Gio. Nor did he want to carry the process out, consuming too many hours of his time being probed, pinched, and powerless under a doctor’s care when he could be practicing his violin for his next performance at Grand Lunoit.