Winnie's POV
"I knew it!" I explode throwing a pillow across the room. "It was so obvious! It shouldn't even surprise me! With her and Greg always at it...her and Rachel at Tatiana's house...augh!" I snort.
"We have to tell him." Clifton says as he stares at the television still in shock. "But what if we get in trouble for taking the tape?"
"I'd rather be grounded for a few years then see this conniving tramp get away with her bull---" I pause. "Her stuff."
He nods slowly as he adjusts his glasses as he turns off the television.
"Do you think he'll believe us?" I ask nervously biting my lip.
"He has to believe us. We have proof."
"But what if he doesn't, Clifton? What if he sticks up for her?" I sigh rubbing my temples as I feel a headache coming on.
Clifton stays silent for a moment before looking up at me. "Then we'll take her down ourselves." He says quietly.
Michael's POV
"I'm so glad you're okay." Sheryl sighs out as Greg runs his thumb over their intertwined fingers.
"Me too." Tatiana chuckles weakly. "You almost tore the hospital up."
Greg snickers lightly. "I would've been better if someone would've brought my Cheetos." he says lifting his head up from the bed slightly to shoot me and Ricky a look.
"Come on, man. Who in their right mind is gonna think about food in a situation like that?" Ricky asks.
"Me!" Greg whines.
"Well that's because you're not in your right mind." Ricky snorts.
After speaking with the doctors, we were glad to find out Greg was fine with a minor concussion and some cuts and scrapes; but was to stay overnight in the hospital just to monitor any changes.
"Do you remember what happened at all?" Sheryl asks as Greg sighs out.
"I'm trying but it's—" Greg closes his eyes trying to remember. "Right now, I just remember seeing Ricky and Michael kinda..."
Before walking in to see Greg, we all decided it was best to not bring up what Greg had said earlier to Michael. It would be best to let his memory come back to him naturally without us giving him any stories to mess with his memory.
"Greg, don't stress yourself. It'll come to you eventually." Tatiana smiles gently.
He frowns lightly. "I just remember being in the hallway...after that everything is fuzzy." He groans running a hand over his face. "Man, if I'm this confused now I can't imagine what it was like when you woke up from a coma."
"I felt like I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone." she mutters.
Greg groans again growing frustrated.
"Greg, you'll be fine. Just don't stress about it right now. The doctors said to not think much right now- "
"That shouldn't be hard for you." Ricky snickers as Greg tosses an empty juice box at his head.
"I'll be cool for rehearsal tomorrow night and—"
"I'm canceling the show. You have to get better." I tell him as Greg rolls his eyes.
"Come on, man. I'm fine...it's not like I got a head transplant."
"You need one." Sheryl giggles.
"Not with yours. I'm not combing through all that every morning." Greg chuckles pulling a piece of her blonde hair. He looks back at me;
"I'll be fine, Mike. I need to play."
"You need to rest."
"Aww come on. You don't have to play Daddy for me, like you do Tatiana."
"Shut up Greg, or I'll smack you upside the head." Tatiana smirks blushing deeply.
I roll my eyes chuckling. "We'll see tomorrow...okay?" I smile squeezing Greg's shoulder.
Tatiana's POV
"Well...." I sigh out crossing my arms over my chest, as we walk down the hospital halls.
"Maybe they wanted to rob him, you know?" Michael whispers softly. "Or maybe he fell and hit his head."
"Who's going to rob a dude with nothing but sweats on and a t-shirt?" Ricky asks. "And how can Greg fall that hard in a hallway and get all of those cuts?"
"Maybe they thought he had something valuable on him." Michael sighs out shaking his head. "I don't know, I don't know..."
"Well it's kind of interesting we've had a macabre series of injuries..." I mutter as Michael looks over at me.
"Here we go.." Michael snorts shaking his head.
"Michael, I know I'm not crazy. Too much crazy shit has been happening on this tour for it to be "accidental.'
"You said the same thing with, Rachel." he mumbles.
I stop in the middle of the hallway as I tilt my head to the side, crossing my arms.
"And guess who was right about it?" I bark. "Because you thought Rachel was a fucking saint."
"I'm not saying that. I'm just saying I think you're being paranoid. There is no "Rachel" on this tour so I don't see why you think someone is trying to taint" he waves his hand around. "this tour..."
"Come on, Mike." Ricky says. "You don't think it's a little weird what's been going on?"
"I think that everyone has been on edge because of Rachel and her unnecessary drama."
"And your previous unnecessary bullshit in the past." I add as Michael cuts his eyes at me slightly.
"Yeah, okay. And that too.." he mutters. "My point is we can't point a finger at someone when things don't go right on tour."
"I guess you have a point." Ricky shrugs. "I mean how bad could it get?"
Winnie's POV
Michael!" I shout as he steps off the elevator. He looks up startled for a moment before breaking out into a smile that distracts me for a moment.
Can you blame me?
"Hey Winn--" he begins to say as I grab his hand pulling him down the hall.
"I think I know who hurt, Greg." I tell him speaking fast as I rush him towards our suite. "I have proof and--"
Michael sighs cutting me off. "Winnie, I don't want you getting tied up in adult matters especially things like--"
I swing open the door revealing Clifton holding the television remote.
"Please..." I plead looking up at Michael. "You have to watch it."
"How did you even get footage?" Michael asks slowly. He looks between both of our guilty faces before licking his bottom lip. "Nevermind...I don't want to know."
I take the remote starting the tape.
What played on screen made all of the air get sucked out of the room, instead of seeing a hotel hallway on screen.
It was a car flipping over multiple times.
It was Tatiana's accident.
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