*** “We can start our own business!” Diane smiled evily. “Dude hell ya, we’ll get those punks back.” Leanette said. “Well where do you want to go now?” Diane asked. “I don’t know, do you have a place?” Leanette asked. “In NewYork but it’s Justin’s too.” Diane said making a face. “Alright we’ll chill in my pad, in Orlando.” Leanette smiled. “Alright we’ll do that!” Diane said slapping Leanette a high five as they both packed Leanette’s stuff. *** Tiffany ran to Liberty’s room but before she could knock she felt her legs come up from underneath her. Her body couldn’t take it anymore. Her whole system shut down. The thud that Tiffany’s body made at the door startled Liberty. She jumped up out of her seat and opened the door to see Tiffany lying there unconscious. “Tiffany!” Liberty shouted, “Oh my god!” “Liberty whats.....oh my god.” Lance said looking at Tiffany behind Liberty. “Lance get JC, or Justin or anyone!” Liberty hollered trying to lift up Tiffany. Lance ran towards JC’s room. His fist pounded on the door, “JC!!” “What?” JC said throwing open the door but hiding his eyes from Lance behind some sun glasses. “It’s Tiffany.” Lacne said. “What about her?” JC said. “She’s sick, or something, she fainted in front of Liberty’s room.” Lance began to explain. “What?!” JC said, “Hold on.” JC ran into his room and slipped his feet into some shoes. He grabbed his jacket and flung it around his hard physique. He grabbed the hotel key and shoved it in his pocket. He was shaking and Lance could tell, “Let’s go.” “Are you okay JC?” Lance asked looking at JC’s tremoring hand. “Yes, I’m fine, let’s go!” JC said running to Liberty who was holding up Tiffany, “I got her.” JC picked her up and held her tightly. Lance said, “Let’s take my car! Hurry!” JC, Liberty, and Lance headed to Lance’s car. Liberty opened the back door for JC and JC put Tiffany in the back seat carefully. He then lifted her head and sat down. He put her head back onto his lap as Liberty and Lance buckled up. JC ran his fingers through her hair delicately. His heart was racing wildly as Lance sped through intersections to get to the nearest hospital. Finally Lance pulled up the ER. JC got out cautiously, not to hurt Tiffany and pulled her out slowly. He picked her up again and ran after Lance and Liberty who ran ahead of him to sign Tiffany in. *** “Is Justin there?” The voice on the other end asked. “Yeah who is this?” Justin asked. “Angel.” Angel answered. “OH! What’s up?” Justin asked not hearing from his manager in a while. “Look Liberty wanted me to call and tell you that Tiffany is in the hospital and not to go down there though because JC is there.” Angel told him. “Bull shit!” Justin hollered, “Alright thanks.” “Um, yeah.” Angel said hanging up. Justin walked over to the table and took a hold of his car keys. He threw open the door and walked down the hall. He spotted Joey and smiled but kept on his way. He got in his car and started to drive. He finally realized that he didn’t know what hospital Tiffany was in and he didn’t have a hat or sun glasses. He pulled up to the nearest hospital and parked his car. He ran in hiding his face. “Tiffany Haga please?” Justin said. “Sorry no one is here by that name.” The nurse played stupid not realizing it was Justin. “Miss.” Justin said revealing his face, “Please.” “Oh, Mr. Timberlake! The top floor back room, room number 3021” The nurse answered. “Thank you.” Justin said heading to the elevator still covering his face. Justin waited impatiently for the elevator to reach the top floor. He shook his keys and tapped his foot. It seemed like one person from each floor of the 30 story hospital wanted to get on his elevator. One of the girls climbed on and stood next to Justin. She looked up at him then looked over at the lady that was with her. “S’cuse me sir.” The at least six year old girl said tugging on Justin’s jacket. “Yes?” He said trying not to give away himself. “I love your music.” The little girl said. Justin took his hand away from his face to see a little bald girl smiling at him. He felt tears come to his eyes. A warm smile spread across his face, “Thank you.” “Can---Can--I---” She struggled to say, “Have your sign?” Justin laughed a little then looked up at the little girl’s mom, he presumed, “Of course.” The lady pulled a pen and paper out of her purse and handed it to Justin, “Thank you so much, she loves you guys.” “You’re welcome!” Justin smiled handing the signed piece of paper to the little girl then giving her a kiss on the cheek. They finally reached the 29th floor and Justin figured he wanted to walk the rest of the way, “Buh Bye.” “Thank you Mr. Justin Timberlake.” She waved good-bye. *** “So what’s wrong with her?” JC asked the doctor. “She’s ill. She’s stressed. When they’re both mixed it can be dangerous.” The doctor told him. “How long will she have to stay here?” JC asked. “Well we gave her drugs and she probably won’t be up for the next two or three hours. Then we need to run some tests so I’m not sure. “Alright doc, thank you.” JC said taking ahold of Liberty’s hand and walking back to the waiting room. Lance was dialing numbers on his cell phone. He paused for a moment, “Hey.” It seemed lance was having a conversation with himself, “No.” “The hospital.” “Tiffany.” “Yea.” “No, JC would kill him.” “Because.” “When?” “Okay.” “See ya in a few.” “Who are you talking to luv?” Liberty asked rubbing JC’s back softly trying to comfort him. “Joey.” Lance told Liberty. “Oh, okay.” She flashed him a smile. About three minutes passed and the trio sat in silence. They were in a back room that only spacific people were let in. Liberty heard fiddling at the door then saw the red light turn from red to green. The door flung open and there stood Justin.
