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"No buts. You're clearly not well. Why didn't you say anything to us? We wouldn't have come tonight had we known," he says, scraping a hand through his hair as he looks at me worriedly.
"I was feeling fine before we arrived. Seriously, I'm as surprised as you are that I passed out."
"So do you want to tell us what happened?" Cynthia asks, pressing the back of her hand against my forehead.
"Are you checking for a temperature?" Zayn asks.
"I am, and she's good where that's concerned," Cynthia confirms.
"That's something I suppose," Zayn says. "What do you think is wrong?"
"Let's hear what Pen has to say first." Cynthia turns her attention back to me as she hands me the glass of water. "You mentioned to me just before you passed out that you've been feeling tired lately."
"We'veallbeen tired lately. Just working too hard, I guess?" I offer, taking a sip of water.
"Okay. Anything else? It'll help if you can tell me about any other out of the ordinary symptoms you might've been having recently."
"The headache, of course," I add.
"You have a headache?" Zayn asks, resting his hand on my thigh, his thumb swirling circles on my jean clad skin.
"Well it's a little less painful now. More of a dull ache."
"When did that come on?" Cynthia queries, her pretty grey eyes assessing me.
"When we were all sitting and chatting around the table waiting for Clancy and the girls to perform. It just got a little too loud, so I went to find some headache pills."
"You said you were going to wish Clancy luck before the show. Not that you had a headache," Zayn says, frowning. "Why didn't you say something?"
"It's just a headache," I reply.
"Clearly not, Pen."
"I didn't think I was going to pass out, Zayn."
He puffs out a breath. "I know, fuck. It's just, you don't get sick. This is freaking me out a little."
"Please don't. It's going to be bad enough when the others find out. Especially Xeno, I don't want this to make him spiral. I'm fine."
"No one needs to freak out," Cynthia says, smiling kindly. "Let's just go over everything. Anything else aside from the headache, feeling tired lately, and this fainting episode?"
"Shouldn't you be with your guys? Arden will be fighting Jakub soon and they'll need you afterwards," I say, trying to move the conversation away from me.
"Arden's fighting Jakub?" Zayn questions. "I haven’t seen Lorcan or Carrick tonight."
“They’re with Grim and Ford right now. They couldn’t exactly keep the fight a surprise with them wandering around the club,” Cynthia explains, before resting her hand on my arm. “It'll be a while before they need me. Besides I’m not here to watch the fight, just to clear them up after.”
"You're really very calm about this whole thing," I say. "When Dax got in the cage with Beast I was a bundle of nerves."
"I guess it's just not in my nature to panic. Now, is there anything else you want to share, Pen?" Cynthia repeats, steering the conversation back to me.
"I think I might have caught York's flu or something. I've been feeling off for a little while now, and the headache made me want to throw up," I reluctantly inform her.
"You've felt nauseous too?" Zayn asks, swiping a hand over his face, a habit of his when he’s feeling frustrated with me, and is trying to figure out how to say something without it turning into an argument.
"Yes. I remember York felt like that with the flu. The virus really knocked him out. Faith was poorly recently as well so there’s obviously something going around, right?"
Zayn and Cynthia exchange looks. "Do you have a sore throat? A cough? Congestion?" Cynthia questions, grasping my wrist whilst looking at her watch.
