*huh. wow. damn. never in a million years would you ever think that you'd be working in a circus as a makeup artist. like. never ever. *

three years. never in the three whole years that you've worked at this goofy ass circus you've never had a cold or have gotten sick...UNTIL TODAY. THIS FUCKING MIGRAINE WAS CRIPPLING. the air felt sticky, your vision was blurry GOD THIS HEADACHE SUCKED ASS!-

you eventually just gave up trying to deny being ill and just..laid on the floor backstage. half asleep. face first.

Monte bent down to your level on the floor, he tilts his head down to analyse you.

"you ok, hun?"