Love Or Friendship?(Eminem Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

“Now, there is something special that I’d like to say to my special girl” Marshy said to the cheering crowd. He pulled me into a hug and the crowd cheered even more.

“It’s her birthday today, and I’d like for us to ALL SING HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” He shouted through the microphone, walking away from me.

I could see all the happy cheering faces through my blurry eyesight as they all sang Happy Birthday to me.

I started feeling nauseous. I stumbled across the stage to Marshall as they finished off singing the song to me. I felt like any minute I was going to throw up, and I managed to slowly raise the microphone and saw some words.

“Thanks guys, I love you all so much. I feel awesome to be here right now on this stage performing with my boyfriend, Eminem!” I said. The audience went wild as I have him a kiss on the cheek, and quickly said in his ear, ‘Im going to be sick”.

I really did feel like I was going to black out or throw up and second. I felt nauseous and just wanted to lie down and not do any concerts for a week.

“Next up, we are going to be p-p-p……..” I fell to the floor, and blacked out.

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Marshall’s P.O.V

Shit! Miranda just fell and fainted! The crowd went silent. I bent down and picked her up and as two backstage men ran out to take her backstage, I told the crowd that we would be stopping the concert.

I thanked the crowd for the amazing time I had, and I apologized to the audience for such a short concert. But this time we had to focus on unconscious Miranda, not the fans.

I jogged off the stage and past all the backstage men, trying to hold me back. I ran through the doors and rooms, until I finally made my way outside to the back of the arena, where I saw an ambulance, just about to take off to hospital.

“NO! STOP AND WAIT!” I screamed. Two women in nurse’s uniforms opened the doors to the back of the ambulance, where I ran up to and jumped in.

“Sir, are you sure you want to come?” One of the blonde- haired nurses asked me. “Yep” I answered quickly.

We made our way to the hospital, and as we were driving, I held Miranda’s hand and looked at her face. She looked like she was pale and asleep, but she was still beautiful, as always.