"I don't care, you're going to the hospital." Howie stated to Breanna after she woke up. She was sitting in a chair at their table while all the other artists in the room surrounded her. Howie was crouched down on one knee holding on of her hands, arguing with Breanna. "You're so fuckin' stubborn, my god!" Howie shouted while dropping her hand, walking away. "Bree, he's right. You passed out up there. You should get checked out. He's only trying to show you he cares." Brian replied. Whatever plans he had to try to get them back together that night were no more. "I'll take you." Nick whispered. Breanna looked at all her concerned friends and nodded her head. Nick slipped his jacket over her shoulders and escorted her outside to the waiting limo. "We'll send the car back for you guys." Nick shouted as they left. Walking towards the limo, Breanna saw Howie walking around the small theater kicking dirt around on the ground. She started to walk towards him, but turned on her heel and walked back towards the limo. "He needs time to cool off." She explained to Nick as she crawled into the limo.

"How about we go back to my house and take my car? We can send the limo back for everyone else." Nick asked. Breanna nodded her head. She was in no hurry to go to the hospital. Once they arrived at Nick's house he ran up to the garage and punched in a security code near the garage door. The garage opened up to reveal two cars. "Which one?" Nick asked with a cocky smile. She laughed quietly before pointing to the smaller of the two cars. "What's up with you and fast cars?" He asked as he opened the door to his silver Porsche. "They're fast. I like speed." She stated. Nick shook his head and closed the door. He walked around the car and got in. "I thought only guys liked fast cars." He stated as he started the engine. "I'm not like most women." She replied nonchalantly. "No shit..." Nick mumbled. "So why do I have to go to the hospital?" Breanna finally asked two blocks away from their destination. "Just to make sure everything's okay. I mean, I know you have the flu but you can't even keep water down and look at all the weight you've lost! Bree, you passed out on the stage. If I wasn't there you could of hit your head." He stated. Breanna nodded but still felt like she didn't need to go to a hospital yet. "Why can't I just go home and rest and tomorrow you can take me to my doctors?" Breanna pleaded. Nick shook his head no. "I don't feel like having D and Bri killing me just yet. I'm still young." He replied.

Once they entered the hospital doors a nurse quickly recognized Breanna and Nick. "Miss Rose! We were expecting you. Please follow me." The nurse stated. Breanna looked at Nick with large questioning eyes. "Hey, I didn't call!" Nick swore, placing his hands up in defense. Breanna gave him a slight glare before turning around to follow the nurse. "I'll be in the waiting room!" Nick shouted to Breanna. She threw her hand up in the air to show she could care less. "A Mr. Littrell called to inform us that you would be arriving." The nurse filled Breanna in. "Brian." Breanna stated. "He seemed genuinely concerned for your well being. He told us that you've been suffering from the flu, you've lost a lot of weight because of it, and that you passed out tonight at a party. Must have been some party!" The nurse mussed when she turned around to see Breanna taking off Nick's jacket. "Oh, yeah, it was a company party." Breanna mumbled, staring down at her dress. She felt inappropriately dressed all of a sudden. "Well, let me take your temperature." The nurse smiled to Breanna. The nurse placed an external thermometer in Breanna's ear and waited for a minute. When she pulled it out she read 98.9. "Your temperature seems normal. How do you feel?" She asked Breanna. "I feel fine. I'm kind of fatigued but that's because I just got back from Europe and I had to adjust to this time zone again in less than a day. And I've been on the go since I got home. I haven't had a chance to rest, that's all. And being sick doesn't help." Breanna explained. The nurse listened sympathetically while writing down everything Breanna was saying. "The doctor will be in shortly." The nurse replied before leaving the room. "Oh nurse, could you please send Nick in? Mr. Blondie?" Breanna joked. The nurse smiled in agreement.

Nick knocked as he walked into the room where Breanna was waiting. "Hey you." She smiled. Nick was speechless for the first time in a long time. He didn't know what to say or what to ask. He was very concerned for Breanna but she looked fine, almost normal. "So?" He finally asked. "Like I said. Just the flu. I don't even have a fever." She stated. "So, you can leave?" "No, I have to see the doctor first then I can leave." She replied, dangling her short legs from where she sat. "So you haven't seen the doctor yet? So that doesn't mean you just have the flu. You could be sick with..." "Nick! I'm fine, honestly." She replied. There was a slight knock on the door. "It's the doctor. I'll be outside waiting." Nick stated as he got up to leave. The doctor smiled at Nick as he walked out of the door. "Nice looking boy." The doctor replied to Breanna. "Yeah, but a major pain in my ass." She commented. The doctor stared at Breanna's face which looked familiar. "Boyfriend problems?" The doctor asked while reading over her chart. "He's not my boyfriend. Just a friend." She stated. Breanna stared at the doctor trying to get a feel for him, and how he worked. She guessed that he was about her father's age which would explain the fatherly concern towards Nick. "So you think you have the flu." The doctor stated. "I know I have the flu. My entire crew and dancers were sick with it in Europe right before I got sick." She stated. The doctor looked at her, studying her face. "I'm a singer. I was on tour." She replied. "Singer? Oh, I see. You're name is listed as Rose, but there isn't a first name. What do I call you?" He asked. "Patients confidentiality?" She asked. He nodded his head in agreement. "Then don't call me Shy Rose. Just call me Breanna." She stated. He realized where he had seen her. He had seen her everywhere. In his daughters teen magazines. On his sons walls. On TV and in every magazine around. "My kids love you." He replied. She smiled back. "Okay, back to business. Here comes the normal doctor questions. I believe you do only have the flu but anything is possible so here we go. Symptoms?" He asked. "Tired. Sick to my stomach. Grouchy. No energy. Mood swings, wait, that's normal for me." She joked. "And I'm assuming by your occupation that stress is high, little sleep, lots of pressure, jet lagged, and lots of physical activity." He stated while Breanna nodded. "Okay. When was your last menstrual period?" He asked. "Oh God, I don't remember. My life has been such a blur lately that I never keep track of it anymore. Last month, I think." She stated. "Are you currently sexually active?" The doctor asked, staring down at his notes. He hated asking her that question considering everyone in the world knew who she was dating. "Actually I'm not at the moment." She said. The doctor quickly looked up at her then back down at his notes. "Birth control?" He asked. "No, I forgot to reorder my pills before the tour started but I figured I didn't need them because I was too busy with the tour and at the time I wasn't involved with anyone, anyway." "Well, you do sound like you have the flu but I'd like to run a few tests to make sure you didn't pick anything up while in Europe." She nodded her head in agreement. "The nurse will be back to draw blood in a few minutes." He replied, walking out of the room to go speak to a nurse.

While the doctor was out of the room Breanna grabbed her purse in search of her cellphone. Once she found it she dialed Mitchell's phone as quickly as her fingers would allow. "Damn, I need to program him number." She told herself as she listened to his phone ring. "Argh!" She growled when his voicemail picked up. "Hey Mitch, it's me. Just to let you know, I'm at a hospital getting checked out by a doctor. I know he's going to tell me I have the flu. The real reason I'm calling is to let you know that I passed out in front of everyone on stage at a Jive party tonight because of the flu. I'm sure something will be in the papers or news tomorrow. It might look good if you were to fly down here. It'd be nice to see you anyway. I miss you and hope filming is going well. Call me later. Bye!" Breanna hung up the phone in time for the nurse to come back in with a long needle. Breanna grimaced at the needle as Nick walked into the room. "I asked him to come along. Figured you weren't into needles. Having a friend along always helps." The nurse stated with a smile. Breanna nodded her head and held out her hand for Nick to hold it. "Just squeeze if you need to." He replied with a comforting smile. A Nick Smile. "Man, why did I never notice him?" Breanna asked herself. "Damn hormones." She said aloud without realizing it. "WHAT?" Nick sputtered with a slight laugh. "Shit. Nothing. Forget it. I really need sleep." Breanna said in response, feeling her face turn a shade of crimson. Ten minutes later the nurse was gone with Breanna's blood work on it's way to a lab. Breanna got off the table with Nick's assistance. "Let's go!" She stated, heading for the door. "Don't we have to wait?" He asked. "Nope. They'll call me tomorrow. Now, let's jet!" She shouted, walking ahead of Nick.