Losers In Love ❁ d.j.h

• chapter nineteen •

"Do you think she gets botox done on her feet?" Holly asked, leaning into DJ's side with some random magazine she picked up from one of the tables nearby.

"You can't get botox done on your feet." DJ whispered, looking at the model on the magazine with her.

"You can't?" Holly looked closer. "Huh, I thought I read somewhere that you can."

"No, that's only for the face."

"You learn something new everyday."

"That you do."

The blonde turned to look around the waiting room, fiddling with the brace around her bad wrist. So far, they'd been in the waiting room for three hours, and it felt like everyone got called before she did. She tried not to let it get to her head, but each hour she sat in the waiting room, was one more hour without a cigarette. And she didn't even get the chance to have one this morning with the rush to the emergency room. Holly wanted to get to the hospital before all the people getting off work got there. But it's not like people didn't call out of work for help when they're in pain.

Somewhere in the room, a television reported the news. Dinah Jane couldn't help but preen an ear to it. If she was lucky, there would be some reporting on the band's success with the first night of the show. One selfish part of her wanted to hear people say that it was bad. But another wanted them to succeed, because a success for one meant a success for all.

Regardless, in a way it was good that she was at the doctor's office right now. She had an alibi as to why she wasn't going to be at tonight's show. After a check in with the public relations team, they suggested that it would be a good idea to milk it for all its worth. They made her send a picture of the hospital bracelet to attach to the public statement they were making. It felt like poor taste in her opinion, seeing as how fickle social media was these days. No doubt there would be trolls in her comment sections. But that was with anything, right?

The blonde's foot tapped against the tiles as she contemplated going outside. It would just be five minutes and then her minor headache would subside. But until then, every noise felt like another itch she couldn't scratch.

"Dinah Jane Hansen?"

The blonde looked up at the same time that a few others did. She couldn't help but hear a couple whispers and conversations amongst her name.

The nurse who called on her looked her way expectantly. She gave a tight lipped smile and turned to her aunt.

"Can you come in with me?"

She closed the magazine in her hands with a fervent nod. "Yeah. Yeah, of course, come on." She pulled James along as the three of them walked through the reception area and into the back.

When they all sat in their designated chairs, the nurse ran through Dinah's vitals and a brief rundown of why she came. Then she left with a promise of an X ray tech soon to follow.

"Did you see those girls talking about you in the waiting room?" Her aunt spoke up the minute they were alone. "That's gotta be good publicity, right? If they take that to social medias then you have proof as to why you weren't at tonight's show."

The blonde shrugged. "Yeah, maybe."

"Hello!" A cherry voice sung, swinging suddenly into the exam room. Dinah stood to her feet.