Hollywood Hearts

Nine

I smiled as Jorel wrapped his arms around me then I leaned back into him, finishing with my makeup.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I turned to him then nodded as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"We'll just be out of country for a month, then we'll be back and-"

"I know." I whispered and smiled as he leaned down, softly kissing me right as Danny passed.

"Guys, really?! In there too?!" He laughed, but we ignored him as Jorel reached out and shut the door blindly, locking it and pressing into me more.

"They-they can't see us." I breathed, but he shook his head.

"I don't care, you're too addicting." He whispered and ducked his head some, kissing me and gripping my ass tightly as he bent me backwards some. I softly moaned then slid one hand up the back of his neck, gripping his short hair tightly.

"Hey, some of us have to use that, you know!" I heard Johnny yell then I smiled as Jorel pulled away from me, softly pecking my lips and letting me go entirely.

"All yours." Jorel said as he left the bathroom and I followed behind him, taking my makeup bag to the back. As I left the back, I slipped past Dylan, but he moved suddenly and I yelped as I hit the ground and my arm smacked into the counter, the guys yelling at him.

"Perse!" Jorel grabbed my arm, but I cried out as he moved my shoulder.

"Fuck, I think it's dislocated!" Jorel said as he grabbed my waist, pulling me up some.

"Mm!" I groaned, gripping my arm and trying not to scream in pain.

"Yeah, definitely dislocated." I said then he helped me stand and Dylan looked so worried.

"I'll be fine, promise." I said and Jorel huffed.

"I'll get her to the hospital-"

"Dude, the rules-"

"If her dad can't understand in an emergency, he's just heartless!" Jorel growled and looked at me, grabbing his wallet and stuff.

"Come on, babe." He said and held my waist, walking me out.

"You don't have to do this." I said as he got an Uber, both of us waiting outside the venue.

"Yes, I do." He said, leaving the ending slightly open, then our Uber got here and we got in.

"Whoa, is she okay-"

"Hospital, please!" Jorel instructed and the guy nodded, going to the hospital.

"Just hang on, Perse." Jorel whispered and kissed my head, holding my good hand as I took deep breaths. When we got to the hospital, Jorel paid the guy and we went inside.

"Hi, what brings-" The nurse stopped as I groaned and she nodded.

"Dislocated shoulder?"

"Yeah, just fun." I said and she nodded, getting us checked in. As they got my vitals, Jorel sat with me and held my hand as they almost immediately took me back to a room.

"Hi, Miss Jones, I'm going to just triage you." A different nurse said and I nodded as he typed on the computer.

"Do you have a history of medical problems?" He asked, but I shook my head.

"Other than anxiety, night terrors, and anorexia when I was young, no." I said and he nodded.

"And how long has your shoulder been dislocated?" He asked and I took a deep breath.

"About an hour now." I said and he nodded.

"Alright, just a few more questions. It shouldn't take too long before the doctors are in here to fix you up." He said and I nodded as he went over a few more questions with me. When he was gone, I looked at Jorel, who looked worried.

"What?" I asked and he licked his lips.

"I- we knew about the nightmares- terrors, whatever, but not the-"

"Anorexia and anxiety?" I smiled and he nodded.

"I don't show them, but I'm usually pretty good. Besides, I've been eating pretty well and keeping it down since I got better." I said and he laughed.

"Yeah, we know." He said and softly kissed my knuckles right as the door opened and the doctor came in with three nurses.

"Miss Jones, we just need to pop your arm back into place. Is this your boyfriend?"

"Tour mate. I-I work with his band, as a dancer." I said and Jorel smiled, since no one was supposed to know about us except for the people we were trying to trick.

"Alright. I'll be honest, this is going to hurt like hell." The doctor said and I nodded, gripping Jorel's hand tightly as the nurses and doctor got ready to pop my arm back into place.

"Ready?" The doctor asked and I laughed.

"No-" I was cut off as I screamed when he suddenly popped my arm into place as the nurses held me down then I grit my teeth, clenching Jorel's hand so tightly, I was afraid to break it.

"Easy, Perse!" Jorel soothed and I took deep breaths as the medical staff let go.

"Breathe, the worst is over." Jorel said and I nodded, taking a few more deep breaths then opening my eyes and looking at the staff.

"Are you alright now?" The doctor asked and I nodded, smiling some as I blinked away tears.

"Thanks." I said then he set me up with a sling and some pain medicine.

"Just make sure to-" He stopped as he eyed my forearm then he tilted his head some.

"Miss Jones, do you have an implanted birth control?" He asked, but I shook my head and looked at my arm, trying to see whatever he was seeing. Then I saw what looked like a pill capsule under my skin.

"What the hell-"

"Would you mind if I got an x-ray to see what that is?" He asked, but I shook my head and he got me on the list. An hour and a half later, he came in with my results.

"Miss Jones, I-I don't know how to say this." He said and I swallowed hard as Jorel sat up straighter in his chair.

"What's in my arm?" I asked and the doctor licked his lips, looking shocked.

"A-a tracking device."