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"We're here, girls." Big Rob, Fifth Harmony's favourite head security guard, announced as he span around in the passenger seat of the van to face them, "There are a lot of cameras so let me get out first and I'll help you through."
A chorus of 'okay's and nods passes through the van as the girl's peer outside, Camila already frowning at the amount of paparazzi waiting for them.
"How are you feeling?" Lauren questions quietly, leaning into the girl's side to ensure that she's heard. Her younger bandmate had been complaining of a headache all day, having to take frequent breaks to get through it.
"Fine." Camila smiles, turning to glance at the green-eyed girl before Rob slides her door open and helps her out of the van.
Looking up to see where she's supposed to go, Camila suddenly grows dizzy, her headache increasing dramatically. The flashing lights of the cameras disorient her for a moment as she takes a deep breath, trying to focus instead on her feet and following Big Rob's, not wanting to trap the others by standing in the doorway of the van.
A few steps later, though, and she stumbles backward, entirely off balance. Slinging her arms out to try and catch herself, she ends up falling into Lauren who immediately drops her purse to catch her.
"You good, Camz?" Lauren questions, voice sounding muffled and distorted to the girl in her arms.
"I..." Camila drawls off, closing her eyes tightly before blinking a few times. The older girl begins to panic when Camila doesn't stand herself up, instead leaning more into her.
"Lauren..." she whispers, feeling her legs grow weak beneath her and her eyelids close on their own accord. Still, the lights don't stop flashing.
"Rob!" Lauren shouts over the bustle of people asking what's happening, if the girl who appears to have just passed out is okay, and the odd few who have the audacity to ask questions about new music or tour. The green-eyed girl glares at one who does so, and he lowers his camera and head apologetically.
Big Rob rushes to Lauren's side, helping her hold the girl up before feeling her spasm in his arms.
"Camila?" Lauren breathes as all of Camila's weight is lifted from her, panic growing tenfold as she watches the girl begin to convulse and grow pale, "Fuck! What's happening?"
"I don't know." Rob calls back, the paparazzi becoming even louder. They finally back off a few feet when he booms, "Give us some space!" before lowering the girl to the ground.
"Laur, what happened?" Dinah asks, just now being able to get off the van. She sees the girl now wildly thrashing about on the floor and pauses, quickly wrapping her arms around Lauren's shoulders, knowing that she's just as confused and concerned as she is, if not more of the latter.
"What's happening, D?" Lauren sobs, watching as the security guard struggles with her girlfriend, "D? What's happening?"
"I don't know, Lauren."
"Is she having a seizure?" Ally asks, frowning beside the pair.
At that, Lauren turns to bury herself in Dinah's front as the girl holds her closer, the tallest watching her best friend with great worry.
"Ally, call 911." Big Rob instructs, looking up to see Dinah and Lauren out of actions so adding, "Normani, come down here."
With a swift nod, the tall girl kneels beside Rob and Camila, looking up to silently ask what to do.
"Just hold her head up a little, so she can't hit it." He says, removing her bag which landed underneath her and trying to keep her secure. Normani nods, slipping her hand under the almost-blue girl's head. Her breaths are wheezing and infrequent, causes her lips to turn blue from a lack of oxygen, and her eyes are rolled back in her head.
Finally, the lights stop flashing.
Lauren doesn't even recognise that time is passing. All she knows is that one second she's on the street, thinking that her girlfriend could be dying and hating herself for not being able to help, for not thinking anything more of the headache, for not reminding her to drink more water, eat more food. Maybe that would've helped. The next, she's in the car, following the ambulance that she just watched her girlfriend, now unconscious but no longer shaking, be loaded onto. Then she's waiting in a hospital's waiting room, feeling entirely numb as they wait for the news.
As soon as visitors are allowed in, she rushes into the room, noticing how the lights have been dimmed.
"Camila?" She breathes out as she looks over the girl laid in the bed, who looks over at her and offers a tiny smile.
A rush of relief passes through Lauren as she surges forward, wrapping her arms around Camila and hugging her tightly.
