𝟐% 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 [𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐮]

𝚜𝚌𝟸𝟻: 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝟾𝟶𝟾

tw: brief mentions of suicide and self harm.

"𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑫𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬?" Ricky asked, getting up from Gina's bedside.

"We share a doctor." He put his hands up in surrender- and his story made sense. This building was a facility strictly for celebrities (although that fact was unknown to the public) so that crazed fans wouldn't be able to come in and intrude, and so reporters wouldn't be able to even step foot near the building.

"I just happened to hear Lily's mad rush down the hall screaming about a stroke in Room 808 and her phone call with someone about Gina as I was waiting for my eye exam a couple days ago. That's it. I came back today to get my results and the new prescription for my contacts. I thought it would be rude if I didn't drop by and make sure she was okay."

"Thanks for your concern, but also no thanks. And if you breathe a word about this to the press, you're dead. Get it Caswell?" Kourtney pointed a finger at him getting into his face.

"Do I look stupid to you? I won't say a word about Gina in the hospital. Would be terrible on my part to expose such sensitive information." He puts his hands in his pockets after he placed down the bear and flowers. His eyes were staring daggers into Nini's. "I wouldn't tell secrets without a really good reason. Plus, I'm already under fire because of Nini's song anyway. I need to keep my head down for as long as I can." He shrugged.