So Happy Together (Bishop Family Book 4) by Brooke St. James

Author:Brooke St. James [St. James, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue House Press
Published: 2017-09-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Courtney

Dallas, TX

I collapsed into Trevor's arms the instant I sang the final note and stepped backstage. It was my last show on the tour, and I had given the performance literally everything I had in me.

I waved and smiled at the crowd on my way off the stage, and the next thing I knew, I was falling. I was vaguely aware of people hustling around and talking about whether or not I needed to go to a hospital or if I could just get by with having a doctor come to my hotel room. I didn't care for hospitals, so I made a real effort to respond to the questions in such a way that let them know I was okay and didn't need to go to one.

We got into the back of a car, and I listened to Denise's phone conversation in which she made arrangements for a doctor to meet us at the hotel. I heard her talking to my publicist, Gina, on the phone before telling Trevor that it was better if we could take care of this at the hotel rather than at a hospital.

I had experienced all of these physical symptoms before, so I told myself I'd be okay, but it never got easy to feel weak, dizzy, and nauseous. I was completely out of it and just had to trust that the doctor would be able to make me feel better.

I remember bits and pieces of the car ride and the trip into the hotel and up the elevator. I walked on my own because I knew if I would have asked Trevor to carry me like I wanted him to, they would have brought me to the hospital.

We had a doctor come to my room a few times in the past, so Denise knew exactly what to tell them. She mentioned more than once that I was dehydrated and needed fluids.

Thankfully, he was already waiting in the room when we got there. He was dressed in plain clothes and he introduced himself as Dr. Thomas. I answered his questions, and before I knew it, I was stretched out on my bed with an IV attached to my arm.

Dr. Thomas had a kind, quiet bedside manner, and I trusted him to do what he could to help me feel better. Denise worked at taking my shoes off, taking my hair down, and making me more comfortable.

The next few hours passed in a dreamy haze.

The last thing I remembered before dozing off was Dr. Thomas telling me he would be in the next room if I needed anything.

It was one o'clock in the morning when I glanced at the clock and realized that I might just live to see another day. I glanced at the IV bag, which was almost empty. I watched it dripping slowly, feeling thankful for whatever it was putting into my body.

I realized I could hear voices in the other room.

It sounded like they were agitated.

I looked around my room, noticing that I was alone.

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