Demi's pov
I could feel Haris's hand at my back, his palm rubbing small soothing patterns to calm my disorganized state while he offered words of comfort and while I was there, sprawled over the bathroom floor wearing my vulnerability and self-disgust like a second skin, my fingers shakily tapped at my phone screen dialing Bopha.
"Hey babe." she greeted excitedly the moment she picked up the phone, "Are you ready for today?"
"Bopha." I groaned in pain, my nasal congestion revealing itself as the odor clogged my nostrils.
"What happened?! Are you alright?!" Her voice broke through the connection, "Don't move, I am coming right away."
The call ended and I dropped my head against the tile, its cool contrasting with my sweaty feverish skin as I registered that in all my life, I had never
