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Visit One

VISIT ONE:

Reason: Fainting

Symptoms: Heart rate accelerated, pale, shallow breathing, low blood pressure

Time in: 5:13 pm; August 8, 2016

Rosie woke up in a cold, white room with an IV in her right arm, a pounding in the left temple of her head, and a churning in her stomach.

She was in rehearsal, dancing - and then she’d started to sweat more than normal before her knees slowly turned to jelly and the edges of her vision had filled with an inky black. And then...this. Rosie looked to her side only to find Lisa, her choreographer, and Jane, her agent.

Both called out her name at the same time, at the flicker of Rosie’s eyes opening.

Lisa shifted forward in her chair.“Are you okay?” 

Rosie glanced down at her IV and then at her gown. “I’m in a hospital bed, so probably not.” She sighed, sitting up and wincing at the jolt of pain she felt going down her back. Ah, so that’s where I fell. Rubbing her back, she could feel the large bump of raised skin already forming.

“What happened?” she asked both of them, only mildly annoyed with the hovering. It was kind of nice after all, even if she didn’t actually need it. If they didn’t hover she would be even more annoyed.

“Everything was fine, and then I noticed you were going a little slow and off tempo,” Lisa started, biting the inside of her lip. “Then you said, I’m not feeling so well, before conking out on the floor.”

“When was the last time you ate?” Jane asked, worried, and possibly irritable. Rosie couldn’t quite tell.

Rosie bit into her lip, trying to remember. It’s not like she ever purposely skipped meals, but last night she was so busy and in the morning she had a signing event right away and after that was rehearsal. “Last night,” she said. That had only partially been a lie considering that she had eaten a granola bar.

With pursed lips, Jane lowered her head giving off that kind of stern look, the beginning of a scolding. “Rosie, I know it’s a busy time, but you need to take care of yourself. You used to do so well...”

“I know, I know.” Rosie waved her hand and closed her eyes. It was only that, well , Rosie wasn’t getting any younger, and with all these new girls continuously coming to the market - she couldn’t let her age show. She needed to keep up, more than that; she needed to be better.

She leaned further back into the bed, only to hiss as her bruise collided with the bed’s surface. “I didn’t mean to - I just forgot. I won’t anymore. Can I leave now? This thing is itchy.” She glared at the needle sticking in her arm and wondered why the hell it was on her right side, not left.

“Ms. Park?” the low voice of a woman called out. In came a really pretty, like supermodel pretty, ginger-headed woman with a clipboard in her hand. She wore a white coat that came down to her knees, beneath that black slacks and a blue blouse.

Again, not that Rosie didn’t deal with pretty people on a daily basis given her career as one of the most famous idols in the world; but wow.

Glowing, milky skin accentuated the sharp line of her cheeks and jawline, all the way down to defined collarbones. She stood there, her cat-like, brown eyes assessing Rosie, a thin layer of nude eye shadow; but no other visible makeup with the exception of a light gloss covering her pink lips.

“Ms. Park?” she said, and it was then that Rosie realized the woman must have asked her a question or something. 

“Oh, I’m sorry Doctor...” Rosie looked at the small tag on her lab coat. Jennie Kim. “Kim. What did you say?”