This imagine has mention of not eating properly, and I have felt the need to put a notice here just in case.
I apologize for the horrendous way this imagine was written, but it was written fairly quickly. Do not worry though, I will be rewriting within the next few weeks so it fully meets the users request. Unless you would like me to keep this version.
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Dance. It was the one thing that my life revolved around, and completely consumed it as well. My older brother, Ashton, strongly disliked when I would come him from practice tired and overworked, but he just didn't understand that it was my passion.
And of course of it didn't help that he and his friends were doctors, so they were constantly over worrying about my health.
Speaking of Ashton: he had just walked into my bedroom where I sat getting ready for dance practice. He was probably here to give me another "lecture" on properly taking care of my health.
"You know," he began. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to go to dance tonight."
I scoffed, "Okay, but I'm still going." He rolled his eyes and stomped out of my bed, obviously upset by my answer. He just didn't understand that doing dance was my entire passion and I would never stop.
Grabbing my dance bag and ballet shoes, I happily strolled out of my bedroom and ran downstairs where Ashton was waiting to drive me. He gave me a pleasing look as if to say "please don't go", but I simply shrugged it off and walked out the door.
Throughout the entire drive to the dance studio, Ashton keep trying to persuade me in staying home, and I was getting ticked off by it.
"Can you just go for at least an hour?" He begged as we sat in the parking lot of the dance studio.
"No Ashton, I am going to full three hours and that is final," I snapped, grabbing my bag and opening the door. Ashton slammed his hands on the steering wheel and said he would pick me up later.
I gleefully sauntered into the building and ran to the warm up room, starting my routine practice that I would do for the next three hours.
It was an hour and a half later when I began to feel week and off. My body felt tired and cold, my heating was lost, I felt sick to my stomach, and everything went dark as I collapsed to the floor.
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Second person Pov:
Ashton was sat in his office at the local hospital when he got the call. He knew that he should have stopped you from going to dance, especially how you have been overworking yourself and not eating properly.
He let out a frustrated sigh as he waited for the incoming ambulance to arrive with your unconscious self. It was anticipating for him, not knowing the reason for you passing out. He just want to make sure you were okay and healthy, that's all he ever wanted for you.
Finally the ambulance pulled up in front of the emergency bay doors and the paramedics rushed you in.
Ashton had thanked them and took over, pushing the bed you were transferred onto down the hall. He turned inside an empty room - that he had already assigned to you.
He hooked you up to a heart monitor, blood pressure monitor, and pulse oximeter. He then shined a light in your eyes to make sure you didn't have a concussion, thankfully you did not.
Once he finished making sure you were stable, he sat down and waited for you to wake up; hopefully it wouldn't take too long.
Cassidy's (your) Pov:
The sound of a steady beeping awoke me, and it was then that I realized I was in the hospital.
Ashton and the other boys stood near my bedside conversing about something, it probably had to do with my health or another thing like that.
Michael was the first one to notice I awoke and told the other boys. They all turned around and smiled at me, their own way of greeting me. Ashton and Luke, gently helped me out of bed and guided me towards the scale in the corner of the room.
I knew that the numbers would probably be low, considering I never had time to eat due to my dance schedule, and I hoped that the boys wouldn't be too upset by it.
"Have you been eating and drinking properly?" Inquired Ashton. He took a look at the numbers on the scale, writing them down and flipping through his papers.
I hesitantly shook my head as a sigh was heard from the four doctors in the room. I was guided back into bed where they proceeded to attach me to more medical supplies.
"Well, it seems that you passed out from dehydration and lack of nutrition," he explained, taking a glance at the file he held in his hands. "We would like to start you on an iv of fluids, as well as nasogastric tube for nutrition. They both should only be short term."
Throughout the entire time the iv and NG tube were being inserted I groaned, it was extremely uncomfortable for me - but I did kind of get myself into this. The boys sent me sympathetic looks as they did there jobs.
Once they finished their tasks, they said goodbye and told me they would return soon.
Ashton smiled sadly at me, "I will be back soon, and do not under any circumstances remove your iv or feeding tube." I gave him a smirk and bided him goodbye as well.
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