How d’ya feel?”
Alicia’s head throbbed as she focused on the face above her. She made out a paramedic with the nametag “Marks.”
“What happened?” she groaned.
Marks checked her pupils. “You got blindsided by a paparazzo. Head meets sidewalk—classic concussion.”
“Damn it…Randall!” Alicia spat out. “He’d deck his grandma for a photo.” Then she tried to sit up, yelling, “Where’s my camera?” The throbbing in her head almost made her vomit.
“Stay still!” Marks commanded. “Your equipment’s in the ambulance. We’re putting you in there, too.” Turning to his partner, Marks said, “Okay, Fran. She’s ready to go.”
Alicia’s head throbbed as she focused on the face above her. She made out a paramedic with the nametag “Marks.”
“What happened?” she groaned.
Marks checked her pupils. “You got blindsided by a paparazzo. Head meets sidewalk—classic concussion.”
“Damn it…Randall!” Alicia spat out. “He’d deck his grandma for a photo.” Then she tried to sit up, yelling, “Where’s my camera?” The throbbing in her head almost made her vomit.
“Stay still!” Marks commanded. “Your equipment’s in the ambulance. We’re putting you in there, too.” Turning to his partner, Marks said, “Okay, Fran. She’s ready to go.”
