"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.
...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"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?
