15. Turning point

His head hits the tile pretty hard, bounces, and I grasp it with my hand, fearing that it might hit the floor again. I feel a pull in my IV and I think my hand bleeds but I don't register the pain.

"Seb! Seb, you idiot." I ask him, "Are you okay?! Seb!"

"I'm...okay. I'm okay." Seb says, wincing in pain as he sits up.

"Are you sure?" I ask again worriedly.

"Yes...ow!" Seb grunts.

"What? What is it?" I reach up to push his hair back, inspecting his head for bruises, while he looks at me amused. "Stop that," I tell him, pulling my hands back to myself.

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that. It's annoying." I say.

"How do I look at you? I don't know what you're talking about." Seb says, then his face softens. "A..."

He starts to lean in, and I get a good view of his eyes. Starview Magazine, one of the leading gossip papers in the country right now, has listed him as one of the hottest young heirs of our generation. A panel had talked lengthily about his eyes and I remember