I asked Hunter if she wanted to come on tour with me yesterday...you know, for moral support...and she said yes!

Unfortunately this means that the both of us are going to be extremely exhausted between staying up late hours for the tour and flying back to California immediately after the shows so that we can continue filming the movie.

"No! No! No!" Nicole yells

The music immediately ceases and I stop dancing.

"We've been over this five times Delaney!" She yells at me in front of the backup dancers and stage crew

"You are supposed to run out to the middle of the stage, not walk, not jog, run!"

I feel my head begin to hurt as I struggle to catch my breath.

We have been through this choreography numerous times yet we have technically only rehearsed half of the show.

I am exhausted.

I have been more tired than normal today, which Hunter has noticed.

She suggested that I should go to the hospital but I told her I would be fine.

"This is the last time that I'll tell you to correct this!" She finishes before telling the tech people to begin playing the music again

I quickly get in as many breaths as I can before going back to my starting spot.

-

"Are you sure you're okay? You look...pale" Hunter mutters from the couch in my dressing room

Honestly? no.

I have been feeling like I am going to throw up at any moment all day today.

That is not all unfortunately.

I almost passed out six times during rehearsals a few hours ago.

Luckily Hunter did not notice or else she would have practically drug me to the hospital.

"I am fine...just tired" I avoid her piercing eyes as I tighten my outfit

My costume consists of a tight black corset that has a blue graphic design on the front of it, a black tulle skirt, black mesh fingerless gloves, thigh high black socks and black combat boots.

This outfit is on the more difficult side when it comes to breathing, but Nicole did not like the other costume designs.

The top of the costume is more on the tighter side.

I assume so that there are no mishaps.

As for the skirt, due to tulle being see through I have some black shorts on underneath it.

I take a deep breath to center myself as soon as I am finished tying the back of my top.

I think that my headache may be getting worse.

'It's fine! Stop complaining.'

-

"You got this" Hunter assures me

I nod my head as she attaches my mic's battery pack onto the back of my top.

I feel my head begin to feel like it is physically spinning, my eyelids feeling heavy.

"Hey, Laney" Hunter calls out

This pulls me back in enough so that I am aware of my surrounding again.

It seems like Hunter is going to say something but she gets interrupted by the instrumental flowing out out of the speakers on stage.

I hear the audience immediately begin to scream at this.

"You can tell me during intermission" I tell the actress as I begin to put my in-ears in my ears

I do not give her enough time to answer as I turn around and run onto the stage, almost missing my cue.

Everything was going so well.

Though I was lightheaded I was still able to do the choreography from rehearsal.

At least I was until I got halfway through my third song.

Maybe I was not getting enough air.

Maybe I was moving around a bit too much for someone who rarely has any energy.

Either way what happened was inevitable.

I was in the middle of singing the chorus to one of my more upbeat songs while also doing some faster choreography for it when I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Due to me being a few feet in front of the backup dancers my body collapses onto the hard stage.

-

Hunter's POV

I'm interrupted from my thoughts by Delaney suddenly taking in a sharp breath of air.

My knee ceases its anxious bouncing as the brunette's tired eyes begin slowly easing their way open.

Realizing that she's waking up I make my way closer to her bedside.

Eventually her eyes begin to glance around the large white room with equal parts fear and confusion.

"You're in the hospital" I decide to finally speak out

She slowly turns her head in my direction, her brown eyes soon meeting mine.

I would never say this to her face because I don't want to scare her, but she's in horrible condition.

Her skin is not only pale but greyish.

Her eyes are dull and lacking of life.

Her lips are dry and even paler than her skin.

I'm pretty sure her eating disorder is causing this or is at least factoring into it.

"What happened?" She rasps out with obvious weakness

It takes a lot in me not to reach out and grab ahold of her, mainly because I do not want to accidentally hurt her.

"You pushed yourself too hard" I say

Surprisingly the singer just slowly closes her eyes and sighs, a defeated look gracing her facial features.

"I have to tell you something..." she says

"...I have been struggling with an eating disorder the last thirteen years" she rushes out

I nod my head at her confession.

"I know"

This surprises judging by the way she quickly glances in my direction.

"What?"

I chuckle a bit at her reaction, finding her 'deer in headlights' look a little funny.

"I mean it's not like you made it subtle, I've known you for months now and I've never seen you eat before" I say

"Hmm" she hums

She has this thoughtful look on her face for a few moments before it changes into that of confusion.

"Wait...you knew I had an eating disorder?" She asks me

I nod my head at her question.

"Yet you still pursued me..." she questions

I nod my head at her again.

The brunette furrows her eyebrows at me.

"Why?"

"Truthfully I liked you when I first met you, then I hated you when I thought that you poured your drink on me. Eventually I got over myself and wanted to apologize to you but I found that edited video and thought that you were transphobic," I explain

"To put it simply I've liked you this entire time, even when I really hated you" I reveal

Delaney glares at me.

"You liked me so much that you fucked an extra in my dressing room?" She brings up

Oh my god!

"I wanted to get you out of my mind! Plus I didn't know that was your dressing room" I say

The singer continues to glare at me.

"My name was in bold letters on the fucking door" she deadpans

"I went towards the closest trailer, I wasn't looking!" I say

There is an awkward silence between the two of us for a few seconds.

"It doesn't matter anymore, just know that I'm one hundred percent committed to you" I assure her

The singer seemingly analyzes me for a moment before softening her gaze.

"You're getting tested" she basically tells me

A smile makes its way onto my face.

"I'm getting tested" I confirm

Before either of us can say anything else there is a knock on the door, a lady in a white lab coat soon entering the room.

"Delaney Carson?" She asks

The singer nods her head.

"I have yet to see a case as bad as yours," the doctor admits

I subconsciously begin bouncing my leg again.

"Multiple of your organs are showing signs of future failure if you continue on this path that you're on" she stresses

The doctor goes to add something but gets cut off by someone bursting through Delaney's hospital door.

"So sorry I'm late" Nicole says, not seeming sorry in the slightest

The lady stays near the door.

"Anyways, I suggest that you check yourself into a rehab facility, I can get you a list of the best ones that specialize with your condition" the doctor suggests

Delaney nods her head.

Not even ten seconds after the doctor leaves the room Nicole speaks up.

"I hope you know that you lost me a lot of money with that stunt that you pulled on stage" the woman practically hisses

I glare at the older woman.

"She passed out, she couldn't control that" I state

This seemingly angers the woman more.

"Great! Of course you're here! Delaney I told you not to hang out with her! You're voluntarily ruining your image!"

"Stop yelling at her!" I yell at her

"Will the both of you just stop it!" The singer shouts

I glance at her only to notice that she is holding her head in pain.

"Nicole...you're fired, I already found a new manager" Delaney tells the older woman

Nicole's face quickly morphs from that of anger to shock.

"Excuse me?!"

"You've abused me mentally and physically, overworked me, manipulated me, bullied me, hell! You gave me a fucking eating disorder at the age of eleven!" The singer explodes

Nicole seems appalled.

"I would never-"

"You forced me to signed a contract to publicly date Wesley so that I would sell more music and garner more buzz for the tour!" She interrupts the older woman

Nicole is speechless.

"You ungrateful little girl" she eventually grits out

I immediately stand up at this.

"Lay as little as a finger on her and I will sue your ass over and over again until I see your body rotting behind metal bars" I threaten

The older woman glances between the singer and I before scoffing.

"Nobody likes dykes, you'll be old news before you know it" she tells us before making her way out of the hospital room

I continue to stare at the door as I try my best to calm myself down.

That woman makes me so mad, I can't imagine how Delaney put up with her all these years.

I soon feel a hand pulling on my arm.

Shit! Delaney!

I quickly turn around to face the singer who is now sitting up in her hospital bed.

"What's wro-" I ask as soon as my eyes meet her

I am unable to finish my sentence due to the brunette pulling my face closer to hers and connecting our lips.

Oh?

"Thank you" she thanks me as soon as we part

I can tell that she really appreciated my effort.

"Yeah, it was nothing" I assure her

The signer gives me one last peck before leaning back against her hospital bed again.

"It meant everything to me."