SuperStar!

The bus pulled into the hospital's emergency bay, its engine humming quietly as the tension among its passengers thickened. Ethan stepped off first, the unconscious woman still cradled in his arms. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and though her breathing was steady, the sight of blood trailing down her temple quickened his steps.

Inside the hospital, the cold, sterile air wrapped around him as he headed toward the emergency desk. A group of doctors and nurses rushed forward, their voices sharp and clinical as they barked instructions.

"Put her here," one said, motioning to a stretcher. Ethan carefully laid her down, stepping back only when the medical team began assessing her injuries.

"She's tachycardic," a nurse muttered, her eyes fixed on the monitor.

"BP is dropping—88 over 56," another noted urgently.

"We need a CT scan, stat," a doctor ordered, shining a light into the woman's eyes. "Possible head trauma, maybe a subdural hematoma."

"What happened?" another doctor asked, glancing at Ethan while continuing to examine the woman's injuries.

"She crashed into our bus," Ethan explained quickly, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. "She's been unconscious since we found her."

"Any other signs of injury?" a nurse asked, noting something on a clipboard.

"She hit her head pretty hard," Ethan replied, his brow furrowed.

The doctors exchanged a flurry of jargon-filled sentences that Ethan barely followed.

"Let's get her to radiology. Prep for intubation if necessary."

"Call neurology, just in case. And page ortho—her wrist might be fractured."

"Start her on an IV. Saline, wide open."

One of the doctors finally looked up. "Please wait outside while we handle this."

Ethan nodded, his patience thin but his manners intact. "No problem," he muttered, stepping back into the hallway.

The sterile walls seemed to close in as he stood there, trying to process everything. A few people in the waiting area began to notice him, their curious glances turning into whispers. He saw someone discreetly pull out a phone to snap a picture, and his jaw tightened.

"Great," he muttered under his breath, turning toward the exit.

Outside, Rebecca stumbled toward him, her balance still unsteady. "Ethan," she called out, her voice slurred but tinged with urgency. "Max told me… Is it really her?"

Ethan's gaze hardened as he nodded. "Yes."

Rebecca's expression shifted from disbelief to outright panic. "Fuck. Fuck," she whispered, fumbling with her pocket. Her hand emerged, clutching her phone.

"Rebecca," Ethan said sharply, moving to steady her as she swayed. "Careful. You're going to fall."

"Thanks," she murmured, leaning on him for support. Then she straightened, her resolve kicking in. "No, I need to call Jessica. We need to get the label on this—now. If we don't get PR ahead of this, the whole tour... everything…"

Before she could finish, her knees buckled. Ethan caught her effortlessly, sighing as he lifted her. "You need to rest," he said firmly, carrying her back inside.

This time, the nurses took Rebecca without question, guiding her to a room. Ethan stayed behind, his gaze flicking to the growing crowd in the lobby. More people were starting to recognize him, their whispers swelling into a hum of excitement. He clenched his fists, hating the attention.

For the first time, the weight of his fame felt unbearable.

He slipped out of the hospital unnoticed and climbed back onto the bus. Inside, Max and Leo were tending to Jeff, who was propped up on a seat with an ice pack against his head.

"You okay?" Max asked as Ethan sank into a chair, his exhaustion written all over his face.

"I don't know," Ethan admitted, running a hand through his hair. "The doctors were just too technical. I couldn't follow half of what they were saying."

Leo glanced at Max, then back at Ethan. "What's going on with her?"

Ethan hesitated, his gaze distant. "I don't know," he said honestly. "But it's going to get complicated."

Max leaned forward, his voice low. "But seriously, Ethan… What was someone like her doing there? Middle of nowhere, crashing into a tour bus? Doesn't make sense."

Ethan's lips tightened, his frustration simmering. "How the hell should I know?" he snapped, though his anger wasn't directed at Max.

The bus fell into silence, broken only by the soft hum of the engine. Ethan pulled out his phone, staring at it for a moment before dialing Jessica's number.

She answered on the second ring. "Ethan? What's going on?"

Ethan exhaled slowly, bracing himself. "Jessica, we have a situation."

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