Cruz is at her side and Court’s standing next to them, watching as she’s loaded onto a gurney and whisked past me. Her eyes are open but they look distant and dazed, squashing what little relief I was starting to feel. “Find Adam!” Cruz shouts, running beside them and disappearing around the side of the house. “I don’t fuckin’ care!” I hear Court yelling at someone, and turn to see he’s talking to the few crewmembers scattered around. “Either take me to the hospital, or I’ll find my own way. You can’t keep us here!” “You have to wait to talk to Adam before—” The cameraman tries to calm him down, but Court lunges forward, taking the guy’s shirt in his fists and lifting him off his feet, eyes gleaming dangerously. “I am goin’ to my Emma, so you best make that happen!” He throws him back and starts toward one of the others. “Where’s Adam?” The intern cowers.
