together we will be unbroken

I woke up with a foggy head, and a body that feels like it's being pushed into the bed. I feel hot and groggy. "Morning Rose." I look up at Ashley through heavy eyes.

"Morning." I say weakly. Very weakly.

Ashley kisses my forehead, "You're really hot." He says with concern in his voice.

"I'm always hot." I smile. I try to seem like I'm fine, but I'm failing miserably.

"Yes you are." He smirks, and kisses my lips. "I know you're going to hate this, but I have to check your temperature." I nod, and he crawls out of bed. It's so cold without him, even with my fever heat. I am so dizzy. Ashley comes back holding the death stick, and he holds it in front of my mouth. "Come on, please." He pleads. I really hate these things, but I obey, and let him put the torture instrument inside of my mouth.

He pulls it out, looks at it, and frowns. "102,4, I'm going to get Ronnie, okay?"

"Ash, it's to early to get him, he's probably not up." I tell him.

"Actually it's almost nine, so he's going to be up soon anyway."

"It's almost nine? Oh no," I sit up quickly, making my dizziness get worse." I've got to get everyone up, and ready."

I go to get out of bed, but Ashley stops me. "Oh no you don't. You are sick, and you are not working more than you have to."

"Ashley I'm fine!" I tell him.

"No you're not. Look, you can do lights if it doesn't strain you to much." He says firmly.

"But Ashley I'm the manager!" Tears are forming in my eyes. I feel like a six year old throwing a temper tantrum.

"Yes you are," He rubs my back, and kisses the tears off of my cheeks. "But you're also sick, and I care more about your health than how well the show goes."

"I just want to be better!" I sob into his chest. I hate this stupid fever.

"I know hun, I know." He coos.

(Time lapse)

"Woah, woah, woah careful!" Dave runs up, and grabs the light tree before it can hit the floor. "Lace, I think you should lie low for today."

"No I'm fine." I lie.

"Sweetheart why don't you go lay down for a while, and we'll wake you up when the show's about to start." He says in a fatherly manner.

"But How will you get the lights set up?" i ask.

"We know how they go now, so you don't have to worry about anything but getting better."

"but Dave."

"Don't but Dave me, do I need to carry you to Ashley, or can you do it yourself?"

"I'll do it myself..." I mope childishly.

I knock on his door, and he opens it. He looks around above my head, and then sees me. "Hey babe, what's up?"

"Dave is making me go to bed." I whine.

"Good for him." He wraps his arms around my shoulders, and pulls me inside his dressing room. "About time you listen to someone other than Ronnie." He picks me up bridal style, and lays down on the couch. I was asleep withing seconds.

Notes

Hey guys just a filler. I'm sorry I didn't update, hell week killed me, I'm exhausted. I'll be sure to update a lot more often now that musical is over. Thanks for doing all of the things you've been doing, and remember that I love every single one of you