"When is she gonna be awake?"
"Any minute now,"
"Colson go easy on her,"
"I'm not gonna go anything on her,"
I opened my eyes a crack and regretted doing so immediately. The fluorescent lights blinded me, where the heck am I? I propped myself up on my arms and found Colson, Bobby, Ash, Rook and an old man standing around me.
"What happened?" The last thing I remembered was Colson saving me from the paparazzi- or had that been a dream?
"You went out without me is what happened," Bobby said angrily and I winced.
"Ms. Cabello," The older man said, "I'm Doctor Cross and I have a few questions for you."
"Okay," I said and sat upright. Right across from me I spotted Colson standing at the foot of my... mattress? We seemed to be in a vacant room backstage.
"When was the last time you ate?" Dr. Cross crouched down and asked me.
Shit. Not this question again.
"Um, I don't know," When was the last time I ate? I missed breakfast today. I ate on the plane? No I hadn't accepted the food tray they served. In Dublin I hadn't had anything either- I did have water.
"Ms. Cabello?" The doctor asked and I looked down at my hands nervously.
"I can't remember," I murmured.
"Have you had anything to eat today?" he asked gently.
"No," I murmured.
"Did you have anything to eat yesterday?" he asked.
"I can't remember," I admitted.
"And you've been travelling?" he asked.
"Yeah,"
"How long ago did you sit down and eat a proper meal?" he asked and I avoid looking at anyone. This was hitting home, this was taking me back to nine months ago. I didn't wanna be taken back.
"Maybe when I was in Miami," I said.
"Maybe?" he asked.
"What do you mean by proper?" I looked up at the old man's disapproving face.
"I mean you had hot food that wasn't out of a packet,"
"I...I really can't remember," I admitted.
"What's wrong with you?" Ash asked and I looked up at her and nervously bit my lip.
"How long have you had the disorder?" The doctor was addressing me like I was the only one in the room. I wanted to ask him what disorder but he knows that I know what he's talking about, so why bother wasting his and my time?
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Back To You
Romance"What will it take?" I grabbed both his hands in mine and leaned against him. He has to be on stage in three minutes- I know but I don't care. "Don't," he pushed me away again but not without giving me one last longing look. ...