Ariana's POV: after the show was finally done I went off stage.
"Come Ariana let us take your things off." One of my stylist said.
"No, I need to see Ricky. Someone needs to take me to the hospital he's in right now." I don't know why but I became angry. Not at Ricky but at the fact that everyone was acting like nothing happened. They're taking their sweet fucking time like I have time to waist.
As I speed walked towards my dressing room to pick up a few more things, people could already see that I wasn't fucking around. Sooner Brian, Scott, and Nekai came rushing to my dressing room.
"Let's go the car is outside." Scott said while grabbing my bag.
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On the way to the hospital, my nerves were becoming stronger. Meaning that I was becoming more and more nervous.
What if he's not okay? What if something is really wrong with him? What if he can't dance anymore?
Oh my god no. The last thought I completely lost it. He loves dancing too much.
"We need to speed things up like right now!" I yelled. The driver began to go about 80 mph on the freeway.
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Once we got to the hospital, I ran inside with Brian, Scott, and Nekai.
"Who are you here for ma'am?" The nurse asked politely. She clearly knew who I was but tried to stay calm and professional.
"I just need the room for Ricky Alvarez please." I said while shaking. I was so scared to go to his room and see him like that.
She quickly gave me the room number.
"Room 327." She pointed.
I motioned for only Scott to come with me and for Brian and Nekai to stay. They needed to stay to provide the nurse with info.
We ran Down the halls looking back and forth.
"Ari over here." Brian spoke.
I turned around and walked towards the room.
The door was closed.. I was scared... I didn't know what I was going to walk into....
"God please let him be okay.."
