Reina: Here's the second part of "The Ballet of Sorrow."

"Stay with me, (Y/N)," Laslow whispered to you as he rushes you out of the theatre. "Please don't leave me alone."

Your focus begins to blur with all the pain. Laslow's face kept fading in and out - sometimes he'd reappear with pink hair, other times blue, and sometimes other colors like white and orange. Your mind was too focused on pain to notice what was really going on.

You lose track of time, and the next thing you remember is waking up in a hospital bed. Your arms and legs felt numb, and your body felt like it was dragged through the eight circles of hell.

"Ugh....." You mumble.

"(Y/N)?"

You turn your head slightly. "Las....low?"

"The one and only."

"Oh dear lord," you mumble. While you respected Laslow's talent and viewed him as your rival, his stories of picking up women were known throughout the dancing studios. It sickened you that someone like him could do such a thing.

"What are you talking about?" He asks.

"Your habits."

Laslow muttered something under his breath. "I can assure you, milady (Y/N), that my intentions are honorable."

"Sure they are."

"I rode with you in the ambulance to make sure you were safe."

"What?!?!?!?"

Laslow turned red. "Um, I mean, Ryoma asked me to do that!"

You knew that was complete BS. Ryoma was at the studio with Takumi, trying to convince Corrin to join them for their latest production, and you doubted that Laslow had Ryoma's number anyway.

"What happened to me?"

"You fell though the stage. While Owa-Odin called for an ambulance and Sev-Selena ran to notify Ryoma, I grabbed you from the fallen stage and rushed you out."

You had doubts about that story. For one thing, you don't even remember seeing Odin and Severa there. For another, you also doubted that Selena had Ryoma's number.

And that slip up.....

"The doctors said that you sprained your wrist and that it should heal soon," Laslow began talking, pulling you out of your thoughts. "However, your leg.... It's broken. You won't be able to dance at the latest production."

Your eyes widen. "No...."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

Your eyes fill up with tears. Dancing was your life, and for it to be taken away....

Laslow rests a hand on your shoulder. "(Y/N)... "

You burst into tears and awkwardly hug Laslow, who rubs reassuring circles on your back until you calm down. You sit there for a while until you realize that you were hugging your rival. Laslow eventually breaks off the hug and looks you in the eyes.

"I called your friends.... They're on their way now. They were held up by traffic though."

And with that Laslow exited the hospital room, leaving you very, very confused.....

And alone....

Reina: Man, I am really mean to poor Reader-chan.