The concert was in full swing, the band energized and the crowd alive with excitement. The night was supposed to be perfect—until the storm warnings came in.
Jenn rushed backstage, weaving through crew members, determined to let Mick know about the potential storm. Finding him near the side of the stage, she tugged his sleeve to get his attention over the music.
"Mick!" she called urgently. "We've got incoming bad weather. We need to be prepared."
Mick barely glanced at her, too absorbed in the performance. "It's just a warning, right? If it starts raining, I'll pull them offstage," he said dismissively.
Jenn clenched her jaw, frustrated but knowing she couldn't argue with him right now. She turned on her heel, heading toward Christine. She needed to make sure she knew what was coming, just in case.
However, before she could make it to Christine's side of the stage, dizziness suddenly washed over her. Her vision blurred, her knees buckled, and before she could catch herself, everything went black.
From her position onstage, Lori caught sight of Jenn collapsing and immediately shouted into the microphone, panic coloring her voice.
"Jenn!"
The music faltered as the band turned to see what was going on. Lindsey, seeing Jenn sprawled on the floor, wasted no time. He bolted across the stage, dodging equipment, and scooped her up in his arms without hesitation.
"We need a medic!" someone yelled.
Krystal, Jenn's sister, who had been watching from the wings, ran over, her face filled with worry. "What happened?" she asked, eyes scanning her sister's pale face.
Mick, still standing nearby, ran a hand through his hair. "I—I don't know. She came to tell me about the storm, but she looked fine before—"
The medic arrived, quickly assessing Jenn as Lindsey carefully laid her down on a couch backstage. The verdict was clear: exhaustion from overwork.
"She needs rest, hydration, and sleep," the medic said firmly. "Her body's been running on fumes, and it finally caught up with her."
The band exchanged concerned glances, Christine the most affected. She had warned Jenn countless times about pushing herself too hard.
When the show wrapped up, they all returned to the hotel, Christine immediately making the decision to stay with Jenn that night.
Krystal, still shaken, nodded. "I'll stay too. She's my sister—I'm not leaving her."
After settling into the room, Christine grabbed the room service menu. "Alright, Jenn. We're ordering dinner, and you have no choice but to eat."
Jenn, still groggy, sighed. "I'm not even that hungry."
Krystal shot her a sharp look. "Not an option. Pick something, or we'll pick for you."
Jenn groaned but relented, pointing to a soup option. Christine and Krystal ordered their meals, and soon the food arrived.
Once the trays were set, Christine sat on the bed, eyeing Jenn seriously. "You have to stop this, Jenn. You can't run yourself into the ground like this."
Krystal crossed her arms. "She's right. You work nonstop, barely sleep, and now look at you. You fainted in the middle of a show."
Jenn played with the spoon in her soup, avoiding their gazes. "I just... I wanted to make sure everything was perfect. You guys rely on me, and I don't want to let anyone down."
