Jon felt as though he was climbing out a deep well, or walking through a thick haze, or... well, he felt funny. Honestly, he was far to medicated to be able to process how he was feeling. He was lying down, he knew that. There was a pain in his chest, a pressure he wasn't used to, he knew that too.
Slowly, he turned his head to one side. After his eyes were able to focus, which took a few seconds, he saw that Karyn was at the bedside. She was smiling. Jon liked that. Smiling made him happy. He smiled back.
"Everything went great," his friend said excitedly, "the doctor said there were no complications, and you'll be back to normal activity in three days. I've cleared your schedule with the production, and after your awesome performance yesterday, they're happy to give you the time off."
"Great," Jon agreed, his voice sounding very dopey, "That'sh jusht great."
Even though Jon was happy to agree with Karyn, he had no idea what she was talking about. Production? Doctor? Weren't they high school students? He was pretty sure that he wasn't part of a production. Had he signed up for the Christmas play or something?
"I know you need your rest," Karyn continued, "but I just need a couple more things from you. Since the Variety article, you're a hot commodity. I've got offers coming out the ying-yang!"
"Offersh..." Jon said, still smiling, eyes losing focus momentarily, "yesshh..."
"I thought you'd feel that way," Karyn said, "I said no to all the garbage, but I just need you to sign a few contracts for the best ones. Don't worry, I negotiated some amazing deals. Your future is set, Jonnie-baby, if we keep playing our cards right."
Karyn put a pen in Jon's hand, and held up a number of contracts for him to sign.
"That one's for a Covergirl ad," he signed, "and this one's a TV pilot... you'll be playing the sassy aunt," he signed, "and this one's for a new sci-fi action movie called Tomorrow's Over, with you as April Cummings, the super-spy/exotic dancer," he signed, "this one's for the Playboy spread," he signed, "this one's for..."
The list went on and on. Jon signed every one. He had no idea what Karyn was talking about, the drugs had addled his mind enough to keep him only awake enough to hold a pen. It didn't really matter. Jon trusted Karyn, and whatever she wanted him to do, he guessed it would be a great idea. Besides, what kind of trouble could a couple high school students get into, anyway?
Now, if he could only figure out what was causing the pain in his chest...
