"I had just came from the gym I was tired and shit and then this bitch at the coffee shop wanted to have an attitude and I was already on my period and I didn't have the time so I went off on her and then that bitch tried to fight me right...and I was like bitch what the fuck why you tryna fight me and then I beat her over the head with my deodorant and she was like-"

"Excuse me ma'am but you need to stop talking." A female voice right next to me said and it started to fade away as if she moved across the room.

"Why you worried about me talkin' over here bitch like ain't nobody in here talkin' to you like damn. All worried about somebody else over here talkin' and shit like I got a mouth too bitch you ain't the only one in here that was born with a god damn mouth and I got a set of lips too bitch you can kiss my ass with yours bitch and imma keep talkin and you can send me out the room if you want too you can kick my ass out the hospital you can have me in the fuckin' prison i'm gonna talk to them bald ass, ugly ass, muscly ass, prison ass bitches too.......but anyways David like I was sayin."

Oh Hannah..Hood elegance.

I opened my eyes and I tried to sit up but felt tingles down my spine and my body felt shaky so I went crashing back onto the bed. Everyone gasped and moved towards me.

"Well hello love.." David said and held up a bottle "I bought you coconut water."

"You always buying her shit." she pushed his arm away. David shrugged and sat it on my bedside table. I laughed which gave me a major headache which made my hand shoot straight to my head and I felt bandage wrapped around it. I swear I've gotten more injuries on this vacation than I have my entire life.

"Yeah you had blood pouring down your face they said. You've got yourself some nasty brain trauma love." David said with a cigarette hanging out his mouth. He walked over to the window and opened it.

"Are you serious right now we're in a hospital .." My voice was horse.

"I'm know love but I've been a good boy today.." He smiled at me patting his pockets looking for his lighter.

"We were luckily able to keep this situation out the papers. At least for now..." Hannah said tossing him his lighter off the couch. "And y-"

"And your name is Beatrice." David added in.

"Yeah I had to give you a pseudonym so the press wouldn't be able to know you were here but uh." She glared at him. "David chose the name."

"You were panicking so I wrote something down." Hannah glared at him.

"Veronica would be proud of me. I handled PR very well today." I looked to David to catch him rolling his eyes at her statement.

"Let me remind you that you also have a multi-million dollar artist in a hospital bed with a bandage around her head darling." David was sitting in a chair my the window with his legs crossed.

"Not the point" She put her hand up to
silence him. David threw his hand up.

Then a man I'm assuming was the doctor walked in. He came over to the side of my bed and flashed me a smile.

"There's our pop princess...my daughter just loves you.." He mentioned as he flipped through the papers on the clipboard. "Hello I'm Doctor Worcestershire " He extended his hand to Hannah.

"Oh like the sauce." Hannah asked laughing.

"No.." and then he extended his hand to David.

"No silly the county in England." David shook his hand and laughed. The doctor glared at him not appreciating the jokes and then turned his attention back to my clipboard. "Well she suffered some head trauma from when she hit the ground and it shows she had what's similar to a anxiety attack."

"Anxiety attack?"Hannah and I say simultaneously.

"Similar." he corrected us.

"Oh." Hannah said. "Well like what?"

"Let me explain its very simple. Fainting is a body's survival mechanism. When the body is under a severe amount of in this case emotional stress it can have serious effects. Such as a change in sleeping patterns. So you may be sleeping more or you could be sleeping less. Changes in eating patterns in which you could be eating more or less. Mood swings and erratic behavior. Difficultly managing anger or controlling you tempers."

"That could be you too Hannah. You should get checked darling." David chimed in. Hannah threw her purse at him and crossed her legs. Then folded her hands in her knees very elegantly.

"As you were saying.."

"In simpler terms, Jasmyn was under so much mental stress that her body shutdown. We are very lucky because it could've been worse than this. "

"Like what?" Hannah said shocked.

"Let the man finish." David to himself but obviously he wanted her to hear.

"Oh shutup David."

"Can the man speak for five seconds without you running off at the mouth."

"Fight me." Hannah said getting up.

"Oh no no none of that none of that." The doctor moved her to the side of the room and stood in between them. He took a deep breathe and continued.

"Well in extremely severe cases. Some people become so emotionally distraught that they can develop brain tumors, brain hemorrhage, and even heart attacks could occur...the mind is a sensitive place."

The room got quiet.

"So your saying that stress could kill you." David asked tossing his cigarette out the window.

"In some cases yes."

"Fascinating."

"The fact that she could've died is fascinating?!?." Hannah said to herself very loudly. Trying to get David to hear.

"Darling was I talking to you." David shot back at her and they went back at it again.

The door opened and I saw Prince come in.

"Hello I'm Dr. Worcestershire" yelled over the commotion.

"Oh like the sauce." He said shaking his hand.

"No.." He snatched his hand away from Prince.

"Ok." Prince scrunched his face up and walked over to my side of the bed.

"Hi." he said simply. I cracked a smile.

"Hi"

"Your awake I see."

"I am." We were smiling really hard at eachother about to start laughing.

We heard fast footsteps in the hall outside and in runs a distraught Michael.

"Baby I-" He paused in his tracks. "Who is he?"

Oh Shit.