𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐈.

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I woke up in a cold sweat, my whole body shaking and my heart racing against my chest. For a split second I thought I died, I didn't know where I was but by the giant window and the expensive sheets I understood I was at the hotel. Just not my hotel room.

The panic of course didn't stop there, I turned my head all around the room trying to figure out whose room it was and how I ended up here. The last thing I remember was seeing Ares take off in a sprint towards me, and now I was laying in the bed alone.

I looked down at my body and saw I was still dressed in my outfit from the concert, nothing seemed to be turned around or inside out; so whoever brought me here was kind enough to not do anything crazy. My hair was tucked away in a bonnet, but I don't remember getting in the shower. When did I do all of this?

I shut my eyes with my head thrown in my hands, but I stopped squeezing my eyes shut when a sharp pain shot through the back of my head and a little down my neck, causing me to suck in a sharp breath out of agony.

I pulled myself out of bed, feeling a rush of nauseous fall over me as I booked it towards the bathroom to relieve that feeling out of me as fast as I could. It was probably a bad idea to do so since my headache started to get even worse, but I wasn't going to puke all over myself and in someone else's bed. After downing a cup of water and spitting it back out, I brought my head back up to reveal tear stained cheeks and a horrible feeling in the back of my neck.

My hand touched the back of my neck where sutures were just below my head and the start of it. It really fucking hurt.

"Fuck.." I whined at the thought of having sutures on the back of my head, furrowing my brows when I realized it was in the worst possible position to be in since anyone could come up and rip them out, and the people I was near everyday made that possibility become a real thought.

I don't know how I remained passed out during all of this, long enough for a doctor to give me stitches, wash my hair as gently as they could and put me back into bed. Obviously it was a male doctor since I was still in my clothes from the concert, but it didn't make me feel any better that I was left defenseless without the help of anyone. I was confused why I wasn't in a hospital room either.

I walked back into the bedroom with my phone plugged in on the nightstand, a confused look all over my face since this seemed too good to be true. I was taken care of for once. I unplugged my phone and turned down the brightness, opening the thread of messages from everyone who texted.

S: Damn puppet, you good?

S&T: Girl!! What the fuck happened!!

V: What happened? I just saw the video!
V: (Y/N)!!! The video is everywhere and if you haven't woken up yet, I'll fight my way to your tour bus.