You either fainted or you wanted a much closer look at the cracks in the tile. Either way, you hit hard. " "Seriously?" He nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't have been trying to make out with him," he suggested. How did he know that? "I was kissing him good-bye. " He snorted and exchanged glances with the nurse. "That's not what it looked like to me. " Probably not. But what happened? Could Reyes Farrow take control over me even from a freaking coma? I was doomed.
If you get called on to help somebody pull focus to some good cause, that's good use of your fame. I don't try to avoid that.