The One Where He Lives

Part 1: The Holding Cell

American rap sensation Miles Macsen gets up and paces around the room. He shakes his head as he tries to process all that has happened in the past two days. After waking up in an abandoned room in the hospital, he had walked out to find his management team. They seemed shocked, to say the least, and brought him rather immediately to a room underground with no windows not far away. He had nothing besides the clothes on his back. As they shuttled him along in the back of a van, they did their best to explain.

"You overdosed and were unconscious for 48 hours. Everyone is waiting to hear of your recovery and it's important that we not speak a word to the press or have you seen by anyone. Hence the isolated room."

Now, it is important to note that Miles had no reason to not trust his team, as they had been there for him every step of the way.

"But-but what about my family? What about my friends? What will Ar- what will Arielle think.." his voice faltering.

"Don't worry. We have been in contact with all of the important people in your life. They know you are doing okay and send their well wishes, and they cannot wait to see you in a few days."

"Uh, alright then," says Miles, who is still feeling a little off from the traumatic toll the drugs have taken on his body.

Now, they tell him they need to have him spend at least a week in recovery before seeing or being in contact with the outside world. "You could have died," they tell him.

This brings us to the current situation. Presently, Miles is pacing around the room they have put him in, which would fit in at the finest five star resorts around the world. A fluffy-looking bed , complete with a remote-controlled incline sits in front of a huge flat screen TV. The wall to the right of the bed, instead of having windows, is a full on fish tank- but with the most exotic animals. A fridge within reach of the bed is stocked with Gatorade and waters, and a shelving over to the side is stocked with his favorite snacks. All of this seemed custom-tailored to him, which was odd considering how last minute his stay here supposedly was. Bookshelves contain books of every genre, and games for a solo player. Speakers have been built into the walls for him to listen to whatever he wants.

But Miles is preoccupied, even with all these distractions.

He is still trying to wrap his head around his overdose that happened three days ago-Friday was it? The last thing he remembered was getting delivered some new stuff from Skinny, his dealer who he trusted. He took a deep breath in when he considered how disappointed everyone would be- his fans, his friends that had supported him in getting sober, and especially his family.

In addition, he's thinking about his management team. They were a smart bunch, having graduated with degrees from top universities, and he knows they are likely planning something smart. They have gotten him out of sticky situations before, and knew how to present him the best to the public.

And most importantly, he's thinking about Arielle George. Pop superstar, love of his life. He still hoped that her engagement was just a publicity stunt, that if he were to just get sober she would take him back.

Little did Miles know, millions of people were currently mourning his death. His precious Arielle was getting stormed by waves of hate, and Blue Slide Park was the spot of a major memorial. If he had known all this, surely he wouldn't have just paced around his cell. But that was exactly why his management team had made sure he didn't.