Molly | Herophine

Chapter 34: Loss and Goodbye

Jo

The last day of filming is quite literally the most draining of the entire filming period. I'm so exhausted, I could barely stand on my feet by the time Jenny finally yells "it's a wrap". I feel my face become paler by the minute but my makeup saves me from the cameras. I need to at least sit the fuck down, if not lay on my back or else I'm gonna pass out any second now.

The rest of the cast have already flown out of Atlanta after shooting their final scenes so tonight, it's just Hero and I left together with the whole crew. A heaping spread of food is laid out in the middle of the set and booze will be flowing in abundance.

The pungent smell of garlic invades my senses when I pass through the buffet table and my nausea starts to kick in. I practically run to my trailer, going straight to the tiny bathroom inside it and empty my gut out in the toilet bowl. Slumping on to the bathroom floor, I rest my back against the cold tiled wall, tears streaking down my face from vomiting too much.

"Jo?" I hear the faint sound of a female voice call me from outside the trailer but I don't bother to answer. My eyes are shut and I'm still fighting back another bout of nausea trying to surface, focusing on taking deep breaths. "Oh my go, Jo are you alright?" Anna's panicked voice forces me to snap my eyes open and tilt my head up to see her hovering by the bathroom door.

"Yeah, just feeling a bit sick, it's all," I say weakly, struggling against the vomit threatening to rise up from my gut.

"Do you want me to help you lay down on the couch?" She offers, worry lacing her voice. I nod my head yes and she doesn't hesitate to pull me up from the floor and support my weight as we make our way to the large couch.

It feels so much better laying flat on my back like this.

"Do you need anything else?" She asks, now hovering over me.

"No, I'm-" I suck in a breath as I feel a sudden pain in my lower abdomen. It's like a cramp but a thousand times more painful. I move to my side, clutching the area where the pain is almost unbearable, my knees bending as close to my chest as possible, trying to apply pressure and relieve myself of this extreme pain. It doesn't work though. I stifle my cry but I can't control my facial reaction as my face contorts in so much pain. I could faintly make out what Anna's been saying as I almost faint feeling such intense amount of pain.

"Jo, you're bleeding. Shit!"

Bleeding? Why would I be bleeding when I didn't even cut myself.

I feel my head swimming, almost delirious before I finally pass out.

*****

I open my eyes to a bright florescent light on the ceiling, right above me. It's unfamiliarity is overshadowed by my extremely parched throat, like I've been to the Sahara desert for days without a drop of water.

I need to drink some water.

I turn my head to the right to find a glass or a bottle of water or anything really just to quench my extreme thirst, but my attention is caught by someone sleeping by my bedside. His head is slumped on the bed and his hands are clutching one of mine.

Hero.

"B-baby..." I croak, my throat painful from speaking that single word. My voice is so low I know it wouldn't be able to wake him. I pull my hand free from his firm grasp to try and wake him and it works as he groggily lifts his head up and looks at me, blinking his eyes a couple times.