Rock Star Billionaire

On the other end, all I could hear was the sound of Liz wheezing and calling my name over and over.

"What's going on?" Cam asked with a concerned look.

"It's Liz, we need to find her," I said as I grabbed my coat and keys and ushered Cam out the door. "You drive."

I instructed Cam on how to get to Liz's apartment complex and he let me off at the door before he went to find a parking spot.

"She's in 3D," I called before I slammed to truck's door and ran for the building. The doorman let me in and I told him to let Cam in when he came back. I looked at him and said, "We may need an ambulance, too."

Scared to take the time to wait for the elevator, I raced up three flights of stairs and pounded on Liz's door. When she didn't answer, I opened the door with the key she'd given me for emergencies.

"Liz! Liz! Are you here?" I called as I raced through the apartment. The place was a mess with dirty dishes on every surface and clothing strewn across the floor. I hadn't been there since New Year's Eve, and I had no idea Liz was struggling.

"Liz! Where are you?" I yelled as I pushed open the bathroom door and found her lying on the floor. She was bleeding from a cut on her forehead and was mumbling incoherently.

"Alex, where are you?" Cam called as I grabbed a towel and blotted the blood on Liz's head.

"In here! Call an ambulance!" I shouted as I cradled Liz in my lap and spoke softly to her, "C'mon Liz, stay with me. You're going to be okay. I promise."

"It hurts, Alex," she cried as I held the towel to her head.

"I know, sweetie," I said as I stroked her hair and gently rocked her.

"They'll be here shortly," Cam said as he appeared in the doorway. "Is she high?"

"Shhh," I said shaking my head. "I don't know."

The paramedics arrived a few minutes later to assess the situation. Cam talked with them as they scooped Liz up and prepared to take her to General. I hugged her before they wheeled her to the elevator and told her I'd be at the hospital when she woke up.

"Not good," Liz mumbled as she shook her head. "I'm not good."

"You're fine, Liz," I said as tears welled up. I squeezed her hand and then the paramedics motioned that they had to go. After they left, I pulled together a bag of clothes and things for Liz in case they decided to admit her to the hospital, and as I did it, I searched her drawers looking for evidence of drugs.

"Do you think she's using drugs?" Cam asked as we drove to the hospital.

"It seems like it, doesn't it?" I said as a nagging doubt entered the picture. "But there wasn't any drug paraphernalia at the apartment and I've never seen her do more than get drunk."

"Maybe she's drinking?" he suggested as we pulled into a parking spot.

"You don't have to go with me," I said as I opened the door.

"Nonsense, of course I'll go with you," he smiled. "And when everything checks out, we'll go back to my place and eat the dinner I fixed. I'm sure we'll be hungry by then."

The receptionist at the front desk recognized me and waved me through. Liz was in an exam room lying motionless on the bed when I sat down and took her hand.

"They took blood and they're running tests," Leslie said as she came through the curtain to start an IV. "Did she take anything that you know of?"

"No, I've never seen her take drugs or anything," I said shaking my head. "She's been acting strange for a while, though. I wondered if she was using something, but she denied it, so I let it go."

"We'll figure

it out," Leslie said with a reassuring smile. "She'll be okay. Can you call her parents?"

"I can try, but they're missionaries who live in Chile," I said. "I'm her emergency contact here in the states."

Leslie nodded before heading back to the nurse's station to make notes on Liz's chart. I looked up at Cam who put his hand on my shoulder and kept it there.

"Liz, can you hear me?" I said leaning forward as I took her hand. "Liz? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand."