Chapter 184

"Yeah." Celeste responded faintly. She instinctively tried to nod, but as soon as she moved, a splitting pain shot through her head, making her scrunch up her features in agony. "Stay still. The doctor said there are blood clots in your brain. Move too much and you might end up with a real concussion." Ethan came over, pushing the wheelchair, and gently held her hand. "Besides the headache, anything else hurting?" "Not really." Ethan held up a finger in front of her. "How many fingers?" Celeste deliberately put on a confused face. "Two." "You've still got jokes-looks like you're fine." "You're no fun at all." "Want anything to eat?" She gave a tiny shake of her head, then winced and immediately froze. After a second, she frowned. "Why am I here?" At the question, Ethan's expression darkened. "You were attacked." It was the second time already. Celeste's face turned serious too. "Who was it?" "Mr. Foster has the suspects locked up at the base. I'll question them once I get you home." "M