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FORTY ONE :

"Nooooooo.. I can do the show, I promi-- haahck--ughucghk! Ohmygosh, snkkt!" I attempted to empty my throat from this wench of a virus.

"Amy, stop.. you can't even finish a sentence, how do you think you'll sing tonight?" Katherine said, laying a cold towel over my burning forehead, "Geez, you've got a pretty nasty fever too."

I scrunched my face up, "I wanna do this show so baaaaad. It's our last one in Germanyyy! Pleeeeaase!"

Katherine sighed and touched my cheek, "I know, but you know it's better if you take this time to rest..I'm sure everyone'll understand.."

I felt like crying, but I was too sick to even try. "What am I supposed to do all day?"

BANG!

I jerked my head towards the door of Kath's and my room. Dani came barging in, "AMYYYYY!"

"Dani, not so loud! She's sick.." Kath said in a reprimanding tone.

"Whoops, sorry!" Dani said, plopping down on my bed, jiggling the whole thing and making me dizzy.

"What do you want, Dan?" I whispered in my hideously hoarse voice.

"Lisa told me you can't play tonight's show.." She said.

I shook my head ever so gently, "Don't remind me.."

"It's okay, Ames.. I'll fill in for you!" Dani exclaimed, "I've been practicing for about an hour, I got your guitar parts down!"

"Great, so basically you don't need me.." I sulked, pulling the cold towel over my entire face.

"Oh, don't say that.." Kath said, taking the towel away, blinding my eyes with the harsh light.

"Come on Amy, no one could pull off a low bar like you can!!" Dani encouraged, "Plus, I think you've single-handedly made flower crowns a fashion staple."

"Go on.." I said, liking this praise dump.

"Aaaand!" Kath began, "You're cute as heck."

"MEGA CUTE." Dani affirmed.

"Okay, I feel a bit better now.." I conceded, trying to get up but my head spun so bad, that I collapsed back onto bed, "Oh gaaaaawd, I feel awful."

Kath shuffled around the room, arranging all the possible things I might need during the night, and putting it on my nightstand. "Alright Amy, you're all set, remember to take one of these paracetamol pills after you eat your meals, you have water, some crackers if you get hungry..." She said, pointing to the stuff

"And I got you some teabags right there next to a cup and a thermos of hot water if you feel like drinking some.." Dani quipped.

"You guys are the best..." I mumbled, feeling so exhausted.

"We've gotta go now okay? Are you gonna be okay?" Kath asked, holding my hand.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'll be fine.. sorry for being so dramatic.."

"Amy you wouldn't be you if there wasn't even a tinge of drama." Dani stated.

"Haha. Very funny." I retorted.

"You go ahead and rest.." Dani said, she probably said more stuff, but I was very much asleep at that point, all I heard was them leaving and at some point switching off the lights.

I think I slept for about three hours, maybe four, but then I was woken up by this room service person who was wheeling in a cart full of food.

In my delirious, fever-y haze, I managed to utter the words, "I... not.. order.." I dunno if he understood me or not, probably not, because he just smiled and placed the food cart by my bedside and left the room, keeping the dim lights on.

I shimmied up into a sitting position and looked at the cart. There was a note on it. I picked it up and turned it over.

Hey Ames, thought you might want some food. We can't have your skinny rat butt wasting away into nothingness. Eat up! Love, your sisters.

A wave of affection hit me like a wave of sunshine, " Aww..." I smiled, I had the best family ever. This newfound strength I had prompted me to open up one of the dishes, "Ooh, chicken noodle soup! Yaaaas."

I balanced the bowl over a blanket on my lap and started eating. I reached for my laptop to see if I could at least watch something on YouTube, but before that, I managed to pose for a pic on my InstaStory.

Hey guys, I wrote.

Bit under the weather #sad

my lovely sisters got me soup! I scribbled, posing with my bowl of chicken noodle in shot.

As I slurped up the noodles, the screen of my laptop opened and I saw that someone, probably Christian had been browsing the news. I was about to close it when one headline caught my attention.

FILIPINO NATIONAL ARTIST BEATRIX FIGUEROA IN CRITICAL CONDITION, ADMITTED TO THE ICU.

I suddenly didn't feel so sick anymore.
slowly, I hovered the cursor over the link, afraid of what I might read but I did it anyway.

Beatrix Figueroa, 22, the renowned artistic prodigy has been admitted to the intensive care unit of The Medical City in Taguig. According to Figueroa's spokesperson, Angel de la Merced, the 22 year old had been diagnosed with advanced stages of liver cancer earlier this year and is now suffering from complications in her brain, lungs and bones. No further update has been given pertaining to Figueroa's current state in the hospital.

and at the bottom of the screen was a picture of Bee with the Renegade girls.

My body was numb all over, and I caught myself holding my breath. I wanted to call Christina, so I checked the time, it was half past nine in the evening, and my sisters were probably only starting the second half of the show.

I took a deep breath, feeling quite isolated and alone in my empty room, the little appetite I had gained now gone.

"Oh Lord," I prayed, "Please..help her."

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