Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

76. Coming home

A/N: I had to do it to em

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"Maybe it’s because you ate something bad…Oh, honey…”

You’re in the backstage toilet and bawl your eyes out over the toilet seat. You must have been throwing up for what feels like an eternity now. Grace holds your hair back into a ponytail and looks at you with worry written all over her face.

“Did you have anything unusual for dinner yesterday?”

“IT’S NOT THAT!” you sob, overwhelmed by the whole situation. You’ve been feeling nauseous all day but ignored it because of your oncoming show tonight. It’s one of your bad habits; To push through even though your body sends you signals to just take it easy.

You have danced with migraines, a sprained ankle & horrible period cramps before - you could manage some nausea (at least that's what you thought).

Well, you did not manage.

You cursed before gagging again, Grace holding your hair tight to not get it messed up.

“I can’t do this anymore…I can’t…” your voice was frail. There was not a single, clear thought in your head. All you wanted was for this to finally stop. You did not deserve this. You did nothing wrong. Make it stop.

“What time is it?” you gasped carefully as you tried to steady your elbows on that porcelain throne.

“Hell no, babes! You’re not dancing tonight. We’re cancelling your show and you’re going home!”

“I think it’s all out now…I’ll have some water and it’ll be fine…” you get up shakily, wiping your mouth as you take one weak and very cautious step forwards.

“Girl…,” she shakes her head, “…I’ll get König to take you home.”

Before you could even protest she left outside already to look for the Austrian.

You leaned against the black tiled wall for support and digged your phone out your pocket.

8:55PM

1 message from Ghost 💀

Will be home by tomorrow morning.
Can’t wait to see you.

Before you could sneak out the dark restroom, Grace already stood in the doorway pulling König after her.

“Just…I don’t know, keep an eye on her? Maybe stay the night…Look,” she puts her hand on your forehead to check your temperature, “Something just ain’t right…Okay?”

The giant takes a careful step towards you and takes off his glove, checking your temperature as well.

“It’s nothing, okay?! Classic stage fright…” you snarled at them.

“Right… on the stage you’ve been dancing on for more than a year now. Come on.” She gently pulls on your arm and König offers you his for additional support. You grunt and stumble after him. Worried eyes follow you throughout the backstage as you’re being escorted outside. In your head they’re all judging you.

This must be the worst day of your life.

Obviously it was not, you just get like that when you have to cancel a show.

Inside König’s car he put on his seatbelt whilst humming a joyful melody, stopping once he saw you glare at him unamusedly.

“You uhm…Need anything? Should we go to the pharmacy?”