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I woke up in a cold sweat, my whole body shaking and my heart racing against my chest. For a split second I thought I died, I didn't know where I was but by the giant window and the expensive sheets I understood I was at the hotel. Just not my hotel room.

The panic of course didn't stop there, I turned my head all around the room trying to figure out whose room it was and how I ended up here. The last thing I remember was seeing Ares take off in a sprint towards me, and now I was laying in the bed alone.

I looked down at my body and saw I was still dressed in my outfit from the concert, nothing seemed to be turned around or inside out; so whoever brought me here was kind enough to not do anything crazy. My hair was tucked away in a bonnet, but I don't remember getting in the shower. When did I do all of this?

I shut my eyes with my head thrown in my hands, but I stopped squeezing my eyes shut when a sharp pain shot through the back of my head and a little down my neck, causing me to suck in a sharp breath out of agony.

I pulled myself out of bed, feeling a rush of nauseous fall over me as I booked it towards the bathroom to relieve that feeling out of me as fast as I could. It was probably a bad idea to do so since my headache started to get even worse, but I wasn't going to puke all over myself and in someone else's bed. After downing a cup of water and spitting it back out, I brought my head back up to reveal tear stained cheeks and a horrible feeling in the back of my neck.

My hand touched the back of my neck where sutures were just below my head and the start of it. It really fucking hurt.

"Fuck.." I whined at the thought of having sutures on the back of my head, furrowing my brows when I realized it was in the worst possible position to be in since anyone could come up and rip them out, and the people I was near everyday made that possibility become a real thought.

I don't know how I remained passed out during all of this, long enough for a doctor to give me stitches, wash my hair as gently as they could and put me back into bed. Obviously it was a male doctor since I was still in my clothes from the concert, but it didn't make me feel any better that I was left defenseless without the help of anyone. I was confused why I wasn't in a hospital room either.

I walked back into the bedroom with my phone plugged in on the nightstand, a confused look all over my face since this seemed too good to be true. I was taken care of for once. I unplugged my phone and turned down the brightness, opening the thread of messages from everyone who texted.

S: Damn puppet, you good?

S&T: Girl!! What the fuck happened!!

V: What happened? I just saw the video!
V: (Y/N)!!! The video is everywhere and if you haven't woken up yet, I'll fight my way to your tour bus.

The rest of the texts were all the same worries, seeming that everyone I was in contact with knew of my fall. I knew I passed out from being overstimulated and being so close to the band. But what made me feel even more embarrassed was there was a video.

My stomach twisted at the thought of my downfall, literally. I clicked onto twitter and typed in Spider-Band, hoping the video wasn't as bad as I pictured in my head what it would look like. It of course didn't take me long to find a cluster of videos and blurry photos from the concert of me fainting. Spider-Band's team member takes a fall at the New York Arena during performance.

I bit the inside of my cheek, falling back onto the bed with a loud groan before tucking my knees up to my chest and hitting play on the first video.

The video started off facing the fans behind the person recording, trying to get all of her friends in the frame before turning it back around to film Hobie playing the guitar. The loud music and screaming caused me to turn the volume down, my headache threatening to come back. The fan filmed him hitting a long riff, screaming for Hobie to look at her before the camera zoomed in on me coming down the steps and standing almost directly in her line of view.

It caught the whole thing without really knowing, she brought it back up to Hobie and all you could see was the last second of me hitting the ground, the back of my head hitting the corner of the speaker box and I was completely out cold, the music and singing coming to a harsh stop.

The front row filled with gasps since they were the only ones who could see what was really happening, the video lasted for about four more minutes of security coming and surrounding me so no one else could see me out cold.

The band stopped playing, Rico being the first to take quick steps to the edge of the stage and bend down on her knees to get a view over the top of the security heads to see if I was okay. Opium, Crass and Ozzy tried to distract the audience by coming to the other side of the stage to talk to them and Hobie was quick to jump down from the stage, moving into the circle but pausing once he got too close. He played it off by pulling Ares to the side and then looking up at Rico to give her a look.

Shortly after, the biggest bodyguard there in the crowd could be seen bending down and picking me up with only my legs and the top of my head shown before I was carried backstage to be unseen. The crowd was speaking all at once, some of it was hard to decipher.

The camera was turned back to Hobie who stood in place and watched me get carried off, his lip ring being twirled around by his tongue and bit down on by his teeth but Ares whispered something in his line of hearing, and then back up to the stage he went. He grabbed the microphone and placed it up to his lips before letting the crowd know to give them a moment before he was suddenly walking off stage.

The video ended, the reflection of embarrassment and worried displayed back at me on my face. I put it down, laying my head and body back on the mattress and pillow while thinking.

I couldn't believe I did all of that. At the concert of all places/

I've never passed out, I was lucky enough to always be careful and to drink tons of water and eat well to make sure things like this didn't happen. I was an athlete at one point during the summer, nutrition was an important part of my daily routine. Younger me would be so disappointed if she saw me now.

I prayed the mark on the back of my neck wouldn't scar up, I couldn't hide it from anyone since it was there and I tend to have my hair up. Any other stitches from any other incidents would be cooler than fainting at a concert.

I grabbed my phone and started replying to everyone who texted to let them know I was okay.

Y: First of all, no more of that nickname. Secondly, yeah. I got stitched up, can't believe I did that in front of everyone ): last time I embarrassed myself was at flag football

Y: Girlies, you know me. Had to give them a show! I'm good though, they got my ass stitched up

Y: Sorry, I just woke up. I'm okay! Can't believe there's a whole seven minute video of me.

I placed my phone down and glanced at the clock at my bedside, 7:18am.

I didn't know what to do or if there was someone I needed to call to tell them I am awake or not, maybe Ares? I feel like she would be so mad I did that in front of everyone and caused the show to pause. Since I got here I have made her life a living hell, the worst employee to ever be hired. From what the video showed only Hobie left the stage and the music was paused, surely Rico finished off where they were at, right? I'm never going to hear the end of it from Hobie.

R: Damn, saw all over you took the worst fall ever.

I let out a small laugh, rolling my eyes.

Y: Hello Rex. Such a lovely surprise seeing you.

R: Must've hit your head hard if you are greeting me in such a nice way

Y: I'll rewind time and make sure I miss the speaker box so I can stay the same just for you.

R: For me? You are too kind.
R: Really though, you good?

Y: Yeah, got some stitches right where the neck and skull connect but I'll live.

R: Stitches? Kind of badass. I'm scared of needles.

Y: You have a tattoo?

R: So now we are judging my life choices.

Before I could respond back to his text, I heard the door handle jiggle before the door opened and closed. The way the room is set up has the bed pressed against the wall with one portion of the wall pushed out just a bit so I couldn't see who was in unless they passed by the mirror that was in front of the bathroom. I sat there and waited, watching the mirror until my head tilted to the side in confusion.

Walking in was a teenager with black curly hair, his head was down as he entered the room like it was his own. I gripped the comforter even more before sliding my hand under the blanket to wiggle off my bracelet in case I needed to throw the spikes at him.

"Uh– hi?" I rasped out.

He snapped his head up, a big grin appearing on his face as he stared at me from the side of the bed, a red bag in his hand.

"I didn't think you would be up just yet." He says quietly, making me confused.

"Who are you?" I mumbled, curling my legs more into my body to create distance between the two of us.

He proceeded to walk over to me with his quiet footsteps, sitting down next to me before motioning with his hand for me to turn around so he could examine the sutures. I did as told, turning just a bit so he could look.

"I'm Miles, I am an on call nurse I guess you can say for minor injuries like this." He replies back, his red bag sitting on his lap as he unzipped it to reveal medical tools. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes to see what he was exactly doing.

"Miles... I heard that name before. Y–"

"Let's not talk about that." He quickly shuts down the idea as I stay quiet, looking everywhere but at him before settling on staring at the wall in front of me.

An on-call nurse? But he looked no younger than fourteen.

"How old are you?"

"I turn 16 soon. If you are worried I'll hurt you, you can put that worry down somewhere else and relax. My mom taught me how to do stitches when I was twelve incases like this. My dad is a cop, sometimes my mom isn't home when my dad gets home for a little touch up. I like doing it, minus learning about science." He rambled on, causing me to relax and just listen. "Turn back around."

I did as told again, turning back around as I scooted a bit closer as he directed me with two fingers to do so. His hand reached out in front of him before he paused, silently asking me if it was okay to grab my head before I nodded and he proceeded. He flicked on a little flashlight to shine in my eyes, going over the basic steps to do when someone has a spill and hits their head on something as big as what I hit.

"How'd you meet the band?" I questioned, trying to break the silence that was dawning over the two of us. Once the flashlight was gone, I pinched my eyes shut to stop the colors popping under my dark eyelids.

I opened my cloudy vision to see him put the flashlight back in the bag before he turned my head once more to check on the stitches one more time, replacing the band aid that was there. He brought it down to my eye level, showing the blood that stained the tissue part of it.

"Do you always do this?" I asked again, confused by his sudden silent act like he didn't just give out some information about his family two minutes ago.

"This will sting just a little bit.." He spoke this time in a whisper, pressing a disinfectant wipe to my stitches, making me flinch a bit but relaxing when he rubbed around the area to soothe me. After all of this, I had even more questions that needed to be answered and I wasn't liking the silent act he was giving me.

"You have only three stitches, but so far they are healing at the normal pace." He spoke again, in a softer tone before grabbing a smaller bandaid and placing it back on there since the area I hit it at was in an odd place. He was calm, his dark russet brown eyes were softly reflecting from the morning sun as he placed all his items back in his bag, but not after doing a few more tests with me to make sure I wasn't going to die in my sleep from the head injury. He had quiet features, but that was expected from someone his age; but it didn't make me look at him any different since he was in that room with them when they were close to killing that girl. He had sharp cheekbones, soft eyes and a gentle look on his face.

The smallest interaction we had together was enough for me to learn about Miles, he isn't around much and loves his family. When Hobie asked him to check on him, he was quiet and picked his wording right, it made sense why he didn't answer my questions since he picks his wordings.

"You feel sick?"

"Not necessarily. I can manage." I said.

He nodded, digging through his bag as he pulled out a bottle of dimenhydrinate before handing them over to me. "Over the counter, but they won't kill you."

I nod.

"Can you see?"

I nod once more.

"Then we are all done here." He turned with a straight face, holding his bag up to his chest as he dug through more of it to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything.

"Wait, Miles–!"

"Try not to fall and rip your sutures open." He cuts me off with another straight answer, walking towards the door. I didn't have time to process before he grabbed the handle of the door and I could hear the people outside in the hallway of people passing by to start their day.

"Miles!" I said again, hoping he could turn back around and answer me, but I was left with the sound of the door closing and a sigh leaving my lips as I fell back on the bed with a small hiss.

Ouch.

"What?" The voice startled me, making me shoot back up in a sitting position to stare at Miles with a wide expression.

"Did you take care of me last night? My hair in the bonnet after it got washed while thrown up in a bonnet." I questioned.

He paused as he looked for an answer, looking down to the floor before turning on his heel and heading towards the door with a shake of his head. "Nah, that isn't up my alley."