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TRIGGER WARNING! PILL ABUSE! Seriously, don't use drugs, the only one I'm okay with people using is weed, but that's because it helps getting my dad to nibble and eat. There won't be any graphic details, but if you don't want to read this, then skip it.
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She popped the white pill into her mouth, swallowing it dry as she dropped the bottle back into her bag, then covered it with her clothes. She jumped in her spot, getting loose before heading out, meeting up with the rest of the dancers.
Y/n stretched with them, but merely halfway through, she was already sweating like crazy and out of breath. Her heart raced like crazy as she sat down, trying to calm herself, but it was near impossible. She could feel her co-workers eyes on her, judging her for no reason.
"Babe!" Leigh-Anne called from behind, wrapping her arms around her sweaty, but hot temperatured girlfriend, which gets a reaction from Leigh. "Hey, you okay? You're all hot and sweaty."
Y/n turned in her girlfriend's arms, sending her a smirk. "I'm always all hot and sweaty for you baby girl. And it doesn't help when you wear your tour outfits, like fuck... if you didn't have to be on stage in a few, I'd take you back to the bus and fuck you there." Leigh-Anne blushed, and playfully rolled her eyes.
"Aren't you tired from last night? We were nearly up all night because of your appetite."
"Not my fault you're so fucken sexy." Y/n pulled the singer in for a deep kiss. Leigh-Anne let her girlfriend have her way, before pulling back, but Y/n isn't too happy about that. Sending her girlfriend a frown, before walking away. Leigh-Anne merely thinks she's just pouting and walks away, going to warm up with the girls.
It was halfway though the show when it came to a grinding halt. Y/n was doing horrible, stumbling over her feet, sweating as if she's been in the sun for hours at a time. If was freaking everyone out, but no one decided to say anything. They had a break in a few minutes, so she'd be able to relax soon. But soon wasn't enough, and as Y/n handed Perrie the Japanese fan, she dropped down, calling out the blondes name.
The music instantly stopped as everyone came rushing over, Y/n shaking and seizing as people rushed to stabilize her. Jesy pulled Leigh-Anne away, even though the singer wanted to help her girlfriend. The medics don't take long to appear, and soon she's being loaded up in the ambulance, with Leigh-Anne riding with them.
The concert ends quickly, and the girls quickly dress and head to the hospital, staying with Leigh-Anne, and trying to comfort her.
It takes what feels like hours until a doctor comes out to talk to Leigh, telling her what they know already. "It appears Miss Y/l/n overdosed on ecstasy. We had to pump her stomach to get everything out, and put her on an IV drip for dehydration. Do you know how long she's been doing this drug for Miss Pinnock?" The doctor asks, but Leigh-Anne didn't even know her girlfriend used drugs. Y/n said she hated drugs and never understood why people did them.
"I... I didn't know she did. She always preached she'd never do them because they're stupid and would make people crazy. She saw what it did to her brother, she promised herself she'd never fall down the same path as him."
"Will she be okay?" Jesy asked, wrapping her arm around her best friend.
"She will, with due time and a lot of help, she will be fine. You ladies may see her now, but she won't wake up till tomorrow." The doctor gave them a small smile, then lead them to Y/n's room. The girls tried not to tear up when they saw hpw small Y/n looked in the bed, before crowing around her.
Now, they just had to wait till Y/n woke up.
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When the girls heard a groan come from the hospital bed, they immediately crowded around the bed, asking if Y/n could hear them. Leigh-Anne held onto her girlfriend's hand, asking to open her eyes for her. And when they saw Y/n's beautiful eyes staring back at them, they all smiled, relieved their best friend was okay.
"Bubs, what happened? You scared the living daylights out of us. And LeeLee, she was a crying mess the whole time. Then the doctor telling us you took ecstasy? What's going on Y/n?" The dancer wiggled in her bed, before sighing and telling them to sit.
"Just, don't say anything until after I'm done talking, okay?" The girls give a nod, and wait as Y/n takes a deep breath.
"College was hard for me. There wasn't enough hours in the day for me to sleep, go to school, and then work. But I tried to manage, until I couldn't. I had started to become tardy to classes, because I was sleeping. Which then effected my homework. And then, my friend handed me this white pill, she told me it was a caffeine tablet, but I should've known. I took it, and was up for three days in a row, got caught up with everything, and by the weekend, got two great nights of rest. Everything was fine, I didn't take or ask for the pills until three months later. It was finals and I was fucken stressed. I asked for another caffeine pill, thinking I could take it two days before, then I'll be able to do the tests, then knock out for a few days after. And that's what happened, but I guess this pill was stronger than the last one, and I was up for nearly a week before I crashed. It was hard, but I didn't think anything of it, and didn't learn what it was until she came over, thinking I may need more. When I learned what they were, I yelled at her, and threw her ass out, telling her I didn't want her in my life if she was gonna be a liar. But she just laughed and said she'll see me soon. I told her to fuck off, deleted her number, and tried to forget. But then, I couldn't. School and work were ganging up on me, and I needed help.
I didn't take them all the time in college, still didn't until... until I started dancing with you guys. I didn't think all the pressure would be that hard. Dancing for you ladies is fun, but so fucken demanding. I didn't know what to do, so, I called her. And instead of just taking one, then crashing, I took one every other day, until it became everyday. I was lacking in choreography, so that helped me, I wasn't as tired, so I was able to stay up later and practice or be with Leigh-Anne. I didn't need to waste time eating, or anything. I thought I could manage it, but I couldn't. I'm sorry, I'm so fucken sorry I scared you, I'm sorry I didn't tell y'all the truth." Y/n sobbed out, the girls comforting her, telling Y/n they were there for her no matter what and they'd help her any way possible.
"What are the side effects?" Leigh-Anne asked, wanting to know if that's why she's been so horny lately.
"Irritability, aggression and depression, anxiety and sleeping problems, no appetite, and apparently decreasing interest in sex or pleasure from it, but sometimes it drives your sexual activity. Making you look for something more, which I have never done. I never cheated on you and never will. You don't need to trust me, but I will earn yours. There's a lot more side effects, but those are the main ones. I need help, if I want to get through this, I need professional help." Leigh-Anne squeezes Y/n's hand, telling her she'll find the best center for her.
They tell the fans a small version of the truth, that Y/n's sick and needs help, and when she's better, they'll see her again. The fans are amazing, sending lots of love through the ladies to her, which does help Y/n get better, but it takes nearly a year for Y/n to fully recover. However, now she does have to take depression pills and sleeping pills for nearly the rest of her life, and she can fall back and relapse any time, which isn't uncommon for recovering addicts, but Y/n swore she would never.
When they tell the fans the truth, most are happy she's better, while she does get those comments that tell her they wished she merely died. It hurts, but she dismisses them, not listening to them because they don't care. She'll show them she can get better, and it'll take time, but as long as she has the girls and Leigh-Anne, she'll be okay.
