Sean frowned from the slight privacy of his bunk as he watched his fiancee frantically talk to her tour manager while pacing a little line of the bus aisle.
There had been a problem regaurding a set piece or two in transport from city to city, and the next show was in nearly eight hours.
Sean would've liked it if Kaycee were to just relax for a little bit, considering she had a show in those next eight hours. Sean knew Kaycee would refuse to sit down with him and take a breath until this dilemma was given a solution.
"Where are we?" He heard the manager call to the driver.
Sean faintly heard the answer of, "middle of Pennsylvania", from the driver.
"Alright, Kaycee, that's only three and a half more hours driving until we get to NY, yeah? That leaves, what? Four and a half hours until show goes up. We'll have time." The tour manager nodded, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'll go call Nick, why don't you just go get something to drink and relax for a moment?"
"Thank you, Dave." Kaycee nodded. She walked closer to the bunks and retrieved the water bottle of hers that she had left there earlier.
"Hey, what's going on out there?" Sean asked, jumping down from his bunk.
Kaycee swallowed a long sip of her water before twisting the lid shut and answering Sean. "I don't know." She shook her head. "Dave said he'd call Nick. God, we shouldn't have trusted this new company." She kept shaking her head as she took another sip of water. Kaycee glanced over her shoulder and saw Dave on the phone. She took a deep breath and turned back to Sean.
"Look at yourself, Love." Sean told her. "You're exhausted. You're on stage in four hours, why don't you get some rest?"
Kaycee shook her head. Touring this much had taken a huge toll on her body, but she couldn't stop now. "I can't. I won't be able to relax until this is figured out." She frowned, and Sean knew that everything she just said was nothing but the truth.
"Well, he's still on the phone, so why don't you come here a second?" Sean asked, gently pulling Kaycee onto his lap. "I love you." He spoke into the sleeve that covered her arm as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Love you too." She responded. Still, Kaycee would not look directly at Sean. Her eyes kept going to her manager, who was miraculously still on the phone. She turned back to Sean when he started gently kissing her temple.
"You need to relax." Sean told her, his kisses now being placed on Kaycee's cheekbone.
"Sean, I love you, but please stop." Kaycee stood up off of his lap and inhaled sharply, while her hand went to her stomach.
"What's wrong?" Sean asked, quickly standing up.
"Nothing." Kaycee shook her head, plastering on a smile. "Nothing, just sore from all this dancing." She chuckled lightly, yet most of the color drained out of her face.
"No, Kaycee, something's wrong." Sean grabbed her hand, turning her back around. "I've known you for years now, what's hurting you?"
"Nothing is hurting me, I promise. Just...cramps." She partially lied and partially told the truth.
"Kaycee!" Dave called, breaking the moment between the two.
"Gotta go, love you!" Kaycee kissed Sean's cheek and went to go talk to Dave.
"So, Kaycee, the set pieces can't be fixed until Philly. Something with the company who did them, and the repair costs, and--" He started.
"Philadelphia is seven shows from now!" Kaycee exclaimed. "We can't disappoint all these fans that came to see the show, and--"
"Kayc, breathe." Dave reminded her, but Kaycee didn't listen.
Kaycee kept talking, her cheeks flushing red as her arms continued to move frantically. "...and people are spending their Saturday nights with u--" Her ranting halted suddenly.
"Kaycee, what's wrong?" Dave asked.
"I don't feel..." Her voice trailed off and almost a split second later, Dave was catching her as she collapsed forward.
Sean anxiously tapped his foot. He hated where he had ended up sitting. He hated hospitals. He hated how white, and pristine, and just eerily clean everything was.
"Family of Kaycee Rice-Lew." A doctor called. Dave and Sean both stood up quickly.
"How is she, Doctor?" Sean was the first to ask.
"She is doing alright." The brunette lady nodded. "I would like to speak with David Needleman for a moment." She smiled as Dave stepped forward. "You are her tour manager, correct?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Dave nodded.
"Perfect." She smiled. "David, would you come with me for a moment, and Sean, you can go see your fiancee. Room 211, just right down the corner."
"Thank you." Sean nodded and went as fast as he could down the hallway. "Kayc!" He exclaimed. "Babe, how're you feeling?" It did alarm him to see all of these wires and machines around her bed.
"I'm alright. I could be better." She chuckled, but Sean could tell the laugh was restricted by the pain.
"What happened, Love?" Sean asked, looking around the room.
"They told me appendicitis. That and all the stress of touring, they didn't quite get along." Kaycee explained.
"I would imagine." Sean commented, picking a stethoscope off of a hook in the room.
"What're you doing, Sean, put that down!"
Sean turned around to face his soon-to-be wife, now wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. "Hello, I am doctor..." He looked at the name embroidered into the coat. "Bryant. I'll be your doctor today." He spoke in a faux professional voice.
"Put those back! You'll get in trouble!" Kaycee exclaimed. Sean laughed and set the items back to their respective location.
"So...you had the surgery?" Sean asked.
"Yeah, that's what they said." Kaycee nodded.
The two turned and faced the door when the doctor came back in with Dave trailing behind her. "Kaycee," the doctor started. "I've talked with your manager, here, and we have agreed that you need to take a break from touring, just until you recover from the surgery. Now, I am aware that you do have a performance tonight, not too far from here. We could give you some heavy pain meds, and see how you do on those."
Kaycee looked between Sean and Dave. "No." Sean stepped up.
"Sean!" Kaycee gasped.
"You got out of surgery an hour ago, there is no way that I am alright with you dancing tonight!" Sean told her.
"Dave?" Kaycee asked in a weak voice.
Dave took a deep breath, as he ran his hand up the back of his head. "Kaycee, I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with Sean on this one. Even with medication, I don't think that you are fit to be performing tonight. I'm sorry, Love."
Tears sprung to Kaycee's eyes at the thought of disappointing all the fans, her agent, her management. God, she couldn't handle thoughts like that. "I-I can't. Hannah will never forgive me for this, and--"
"You are sick, Kaycee! Hannah will understand!" Dave exclaimed, not frustrated with Kaycee, just overwhelmed at the moment.
"He's right, Kayce. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. Maybe you'll finally listen to me. You've needed a break from all of this for so long. I hate that it got to this point for you to realize it, but Kaycee you need to rest." Sean coaxed.
The doctor nodded. "He's right."
Sean nodded. "See? A break to recover from not just the surgery, but all these shows is just what the doctor is calling for."