*Tom*
Honestly I have been fighting hard to get through the second show today, feeling faint and feverish. Both Zawe and Charlie has asked me several times if I am okay and I keep telling them that I am.. just a bit tired.

A couple of times Charlie had to help me get started on my line, and for one long moment I had to lean on Zawe, not to lose my balance completely.

When we are finally done I make my way to my dressing room. I need to sit down for a bit and to collect myself before going to do stage door. Just a moment.

Charlie catch up with me. "Hey Tom, are you sure you are okay ?"

"Yeah.. I just need to sit down for a moment, collect my thoughts". I say, giving him a friendly smile.

"Yeah not buying that Hiddles, it's not like you to forget your lines". He looks at me. "And you are pale as a ghost".

I sigh. "Honestly I am feeling like shit.. this darn virus or what it is.. it doesn't seem to want to relinquish its grip in me".

"You need to watch out for yourself buddy, even if it mean missing a few nights.. seriously you can't go on like this Tom". He looks at me very seriously.

"Sigyn keeps saying the same thing". I grab the door handle to my dressing room.

He pats my shoulder. "Listen to her okay ? She's a smart girl".

"Oh I know.. thanks man". I give him a nod, before disappearing into the privacy of the room.

I walk towards the little table with the mirror, suddenly feeling the earth spinning, so I try to grab the chair to steady myself, but I miss completely and the floor comes crashing towards me before everything goes black.

*Sigyn*
I arrive just as Charlie is about to walk out to do stage door and I smile at him and hug him. "Hi Charlie.. is Tom in his dressing room ?"

"Yeah, last I saw him". He breathes in. "Hey Sigyn, you need to put your foot down.. he was.. not good today.. forgot his lines.. wobbling.. he is white as a ghost.. he needs to go see a doctor".

"I know.. I have been trying believe me.. that man is so unbelievable stubborn". I sigh. "I keep telling him and he keep saying that he feels better.. but he clearly don't".

"I know.. and I know how headstrong he is". He shakes his head. "If he won't listen we might have to gang up on him".

I smile at him. "Yeah.. you better go do your thing.. and I better go find my stubborn man".

He walks outside and I walk down to Tom's dressing room. But as I knock on the door there is no answer. "Tom ? Are you there ?"

Still no answer, just a weak groan and I quickly open the door, stepping inside. Tom is sitting on the floor, cradling his head in his hands.

"Tom !". I hurry to kneel beside him. "What happened love ?"

He looks up at me, blinking slightly. There is a scrape on his cheek, and a bump on his forehead. "I'm not sure.. I think that I might have fainted for a moment.. I got real dizzy and next moment I was on the floor".

"Okay this is it Tom.. I am calling an ambulance.. you need to get checked out by a doctor". I pull out my phone.

He shakes his head. "No ambulance..".

"Tom ! This can't go on... I am not letting you hurt yourself any further". This time I am not giving in.

"Please.. no ambulance.. It would be all over the media.. I can't.. please.. can we just drive there ourself ?"

I breathe in, looking at him. I do get why he don't want and ambulance and all the questions coming with that. "Dammit Tom.. but you are going to see a doctor.. no bull-shit.. deal ?"

"I promise darling.. I just need to do..".

"If you say stage door I will call an ambulance right now". I narrow my eyes. "No stage door.. sorry for your fans.. but you are going directly in that car and to the emergency room.. Capisce ?"

He makes a face, but then he nod. "Okay.. okay you are right".

I help him up on his feet, then I go tell the security that he won't be doing stage door today. Going to the car I support Tom the best I can.. hoping no one will notice how unsteady he is.

He is smiling and waving at his fans, trying to look like everything is fine.

Inside the car I lean forward, talking to the driver. "Could you take us to the nearest..".

"Don't mind Nick, just take us home please". Tom cuts me off, smiling at the driver.

I have found Tom's flaw.. he has this tendency to.. Well manipulate people.. Besides being stubborn as an old mule.. it's not in an evil way.. he just charms his way.. and he is to used to get away with it. "Tom.. we had a deal".

"I know darling.. but I don't want to waste the emergency rooms time.. and there is a big change someone will spot me.. and rumours and stories and.. you know.. I can call my doctor in the morning.. see when he has time". He gives me that smile I like the least.. it tend to be slightly condescending.

Oh no, he is not getting away with this.. and by the way, knowing him he probably have the same doctor he had as a kid, some old blind as a bat guy who he can wrap around his fingers too. But I have a plan.

"Okay I hear you.. but I am not waiting for tomorrow.. so lets make a deal.. we'll go home if you let the doctor I get hold of examin you and you follow his advice.. deal ?" I look at him.

"Okay.. sure". He sighed and sank back in the seat.

I pull out my phone, pressing Auroras number. "And this one you are not snaking out of sir.. no excuses.. no thinking your charm can help you".

He chuckles. "Am I that bad ?"

"Much worse". I hear Aurora pick up on the other end. "Hi, it's me.. I need your help".