Down For The Count

Wait For It

I can't be in here much longer with the paperwork and the icepacks and the anger and all the talk about how terrible of a situation this is. I caused this.

I nodded, Phillipa putting her arm around me.

"I'll take her." She offered, showing me out of the girls' dressing room.

So now not only am I not allowed to be at home by myself...but I probably can't be at the theatre walking around by myself either. They'll never let me be alone here after what happened today.

My stomach was in knots, so much so that when Phillipa and I made it to the top floor, I turned right towards the bathrooms instead of left towards where Lin's dressing room was.

"Paisley?" I heard Phillipa call from behind me.

But I kept on going, opening the bathroom door and immediately making my way to a stall as I crouched down over the toilet and threw up.

"Woah, okay." I heard Phillipa say as she entered the bathroom, walking over to me and immediately pulling my hair up.

She stayed silent for a bit, rubbing my back as I continued to empty my stomach.

Today really was not a great day to skip breakfast.

I groaned, pulling back for a moment. My stomach was still in knots, feeling extremely uneasy.

"Let me go get Lin really quick and-"

"No. No, you can't." I quickly shook my head. Phillipa frowned, looking very confused.

"Why not? I'm pretty sure he's the best equipped to deal with this situation."

She made a very good point.

But still.

I can't have him freak out over this. And I definitely don't need to add onto his stress.

I only shook my head again. "I don't need to make him any angrier than I've already made him. Besides, he'll probably just tell Anthony and I don't want to make Anthony upset either."

Lin would also be furious that I lied to him about eating breakfast, something that I would not be telling Phillipa.

"Paisley-"

"Please. Can you just stay here with me?" I asked, looking up at her. Phillipa nodded, looking extremely worried but giving me a small smile anyway.

We both looked up when the door creaked open and Hope walked in, looking very confused. The stall door was open, and me being crouched on the floor in front of a toilet was probably not the most promising thing to be looking at.

"Is Paisley okay?" Hope asked Phillipa, frowning as her eyes scanned over us. "She looks sick...should I go get someone?"

"No, we're okay." Phillipa said, and I was immediately very relieved. No more blowing things out of proportion...I hope.

"Okay, sorry to interrupt. I just came to use the bathroom. Downstairs is flooded with people, I can't get through to the restroom down there. Everyone's just standing around and talking about it." Hope sighed. Phillipa cocked her eyebrow.

"Talking about what?"

"Oh, you didn't hear? Ramos rocked the shit out of one of the security guards."

And that is when I bent over the toilet and started throwing up again, Phillipa immediately reaching to hold my hair back like she was a moment prior.

"Oh! Uh...I should go get Lin, he can-"

"It's okay, we're okay." I heard Phillipa say to Hope. "Can you just give us a minute?"