It was one of those days. The ones which you hated because they were back to back concerts and you were already dragging your feet as it was. However, you'd already made it that far, there'd be no point in just turning around and saying you were tired. You'd barely ate and barely slept and little did you know, it was coming back to bite you. You were halfway through a concert in Anaheim when you'd fainted. It was sudden. You just collapsed. You were immediately rushed to hospital and all your remaining concerts were cancelled and needed to be rescheduled or refunded. Jenna, your girlfriend, had heard about it and raced over to see you. You were unconscious and doctors had told her that you'd fainted for two main reasons. Lack of sleep and lack of eating. They reassured her you'd be fine once you were well taken care of and would wake up eventually but of course, to her, it was hard to see you like this. Your career had done a number on you just because you felt the need to keep pushing yourself harder and harder and it was obvious. She could see it. You made really good money, but at what cost? Eventually, she sat down and just held your hand, waiting for you to wake up.