[C] Lightyears

✈fifteen✈

"Whoa, that was close," Rachel sighs as they walk out of their bedroom.

"Yeah, I was almost scared!" Anderson exclaims. He can still barely move his feet, so he's in a wheelchair, checking out his Twitter feed.

"Breakfast's ready!" Candice shouted. And Michael helped them...again.

"Thank you, Michael. Are you losing your energy yet?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, and it's so exhausting," Michael complained.

"Come on, Rachel! I have something for you!" Lynn exclaimed.

She saw articles full of...headlines about them.

"W-what is t-this?" Rachel asked, terrified by what she saw.

"I-I don't know. I-It's flooding m-my Twitter feed," Lynn answered with a shaky voice.

Candice, who happened to serve their breakfast, saw Lynn's feed and was pretty much surprised.

"O-Oh no. I have a bad feeling about this," Candice predicted.

Washington Post: What happened to WLAC's Anderson Cooper?!

The New York Times: Injured Anderson Cooper Spotted with Rachel Adams

Huffington Post: Anderson Cooper....on a Wheelchair?!

"No way," Rachel gasps. Looks like she has been slapped by the paparazzi!

"F*** THOSE PAPARAZZIS! I SO F***ING HATE THEM! F*** THEM!!" she shouted angrily. I mean, seriously. Who wouldn't be angry at those annoying paparazzis?!

(Note: The above headlines are purely FICTIONAL. Okay? Bye, bitches!)

She drove fast to the hospital to get a peek on Chloe's condition.

"Uggggh. Make it fast!!!"

And she was there at the hospital, she was rushing to the suite until....

There were another flock of reporters chasing her.

"Bulls***! Why now?! God, I should run!" she muttered and ran for the suite.

As soon as she had reached the suite, she opened the door and closed it immediately.

"W-what's happening? W-why are you here?" Chloe asked.

"Help! There are paparazzi outside! I need to hide, quick!"

"Okay, okay," Chloe answered. "Rachel, just stay here, and do not ever open the door. I'll just get something for you." And she went-with her dextrose, of course-to the wardrobe room.

She came back from the wardrobe room 15 minutes after she went out. "Here. Change yourself. Be a nurse." "Okay," Rachel answered and went to the bathroom.

I hope this will work, Chloe thought.

Rachel immediately came back from the bathroom. She was wearing the nurse uniform Chloe gave her.

"Is it okay?" she asked. "Yeah. They won't know you in that," Chloe answered.

"Now, come out. Just say you're a nurse here."

"Is Rachel here?" one reporter asked. "What is your relation to Rachel?" another asked. "I don't know her. I don't," Chloe denied. And then they left.

But Chloe was still in doubt. She's pretty much scared about Rachel. What if...the paparazzi flock to her?

Just as Rachel was about to go inside Chloe's suite, she was flocked on by the reporters. Uh-oh, this is bad, she thought. She slammed the door as fast as possible.

"WHY ARE THEY EVEN HERE? THE NEWS THEY HAVE RECEIVED IS BULLS***!" Chloe shouted. She went to the door and opened it and shouted at the paparazzi.

"HEY YOU! YES, YOU! ALL OF YOU! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT BULLS*** NEWS?! HUH?! AND WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE? CAN YOU PLEASE GO AWAY AND DO NOT EVER MESS WITH US OR ELSE I'LL KILL YOU ALL! NOW GO!"

And all of a sudden, they went away. Rachel sighed in relief. But something bad was even about to happen.

Chloe was...vomiting blood.

"Hey, hey! Chloe! What happened? Hey!"

She passed out.