Broken || Little Mix ||

Chapter 25 - E

I stumble off the stage, slightly supported by Leigh-Anne and Claude. About halfway through the set I started to feel lightheaded. It slowly progressed into confusion and disorientation. During the dance break for Touch I stopped dancing entirely, trying to catch my breath and gather my surroundings. Multiple people in the crowd were pointing towards me when I managed to pick my gaze off of the stage floor. After that I missed cues, bumped into everyone else and just looked like an absolute idiot. Clarke and Paul rush over to meet us at the end of the staircase, both of them taking support of me.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you just come off stage?" Paul asks.

"Thought you said that wasn't an option," Perrie grumbles.

They start leading me over to a makeshift medical tent that's tucked far away from the swarm of press and fans behind the barricades.

"Head. Dizzy," I mumble.

"It looked like she was gonna pass out the entire set," Jesy states.

It feels like there's a sharp knife going through my skull. We're almost to the tent when I stop walking. Paul tries to pull me forward a bit but jumps back when I lean over to puke.

"Can we get some help?" Clarke yells towards the tent.

A girl rushes out and immediately comes over to us.

"What's going on?" she asks.

I continue puking, giving her enough explanation to call for more help inside of the tent. As soon as I stop, Clarke scoops me up into his arms and carries me under the flap, the girls, Paul, and some of our dancers following closely behind. The girl leads us over to a stretcher which I get placed on. It's too bright, even inside, sending more stabs through my head and causing me to slam my eyes shut. Waves of nausea wrack through my body as I will my stomach to keep the rest of it's minimal contents.

"Too many people in here!" a guy calls out.

"Everyone wait outside," Paul says.

"I'm staying," Clarke and Perrie say almost simultaneously.

I squint my eyes open enough to observe them staring each other down.

"You aren't staying," Perrie starts.

"I have more of a reason to stay than you," he argues.

"How do you figure that?"

"I'm her boyfriend!"

"Of what? One, two days? I've known her for years so you can politely fuck off. This is probably your fault anyways."

"Oh get off your high horse. How the hell would I have had anything to do with this?"

"Because your drug abusing ass probably spiked her!"

"Both of you shut up! If you don't kill each other then you can both stay but keep your mouths shut and stay out of the way!" Paul yells over them.

All of the shouting drives the knife further into my brain. I grab my head, groaning in pain.

"Jade, my name is Megan. What's going on? What hurts?" the girl asks as she begins to fuss over me. She straps a blood pressure cuff to my arm and a heart monitor wire to my finger.

"Head," is all that I can manage to get out before curling up on my side, into a ball of pain.

"When did it start?"