#nova2

Aside from the fact they were going to miss Dragball, the plane ride was, surprisingly knowing Delta, pretty easy. That’s at least what Chris remarked as they checked into their hotel. Bible couldn’t quite tell. For her it had been rocky, and stuffy and hot. But then again, she’d felt pretty off the whole day. It had started as just as just a little bit of a sore throat, but that was normal for this time of year - pride season had just finished and the season 12 girls were off filming. This meant it was bible’s few months of being thrust into the spotlight while the big dogs were away. When she finally arrived in London though, Biblegirl felt so incredibly heavy, as if she could just collapse at any moment. She could barely find the strength to keep herself upright.

By morning, she felt so fatigued it seeped through her bones. Her throat was horribly sore and her nose was in a constant state of itchiness. She felt dizzy too, her mind detached from reality and she doesn’t feel she’s there. Weakly, she applied her makeup for the day.

“You ready love?” Chris asked, rubbing her back. “Can’t wait.” Biblegirl tried to seem as perky and excited as possible.

Bible felt her nose start to burn, her breath caught and she turned away in order to not get her boyfriend sick. The sneezes were ticklish, quiet, but harsh in a sickly kind of manner.

“Bless you” Chris said softly. “Thanks,” Bible tried to compose herself and clear her throat. “Are you okay?” Christ continued, concern obviously lacing his words. “M’fine. Just something in the air I guess.”

After a morning of trying to push through meeting her fans, Bible went backstage to prepare for her panel. She revelled in the soft pillowy cushions that were the couch, offering to ease her aching, heavy body. However, she was suddenly attacked by a headache, pulsating through her brain and ravaging everything in sight. She hissed in pain, scrunching up her face to brace it, a hand shooting up to try and ease it.

She knew now that she couldn’t just leave this thing alone. She was past the denial phase, she was sick and she knew it.

“Does anyone here have any ibuprofen?” she asked hoarsely.

The few queens in the room weren’t paying attention, Bible hadn’t been loud enough to grasp it. Biblegirl bit her tongue then, a lot of these queens were a lot more well known than herself and their days had most likely been more stressful than her own. Some sleep was probably enough.

“Come on Bible, get up” Derrick snapped, gesturing towards the 25 year old who still hadn’t gotten off the couch.

“Sorry, just super tired.” she mumbled.

“We all are” Derrick sighed and got on her way.

Once backstage is empty apart from her, Biblegirl let herself go. She let herself shiver, let her legs tremble and she let herself cough, cough so harshly that it bent her over and the sheer force of it was so much she had to curl up on the couch. She felt dreadful in every sense of the word. She couldn’t tell if she was too hot or too cold and couldn’t help the pathetic whimper that left her lips. She felt so dumb and so selfish for staying hidden away here backstage when there were people outside queuing to meet her.

The burning in her head ravaged on and spread towards her nose and she inhales deeply as the tickle spread like wildfire. She pushed her face into the pillow and let out two harsh, powerful sneezes, extremely unlike her, they’re never usually this loud, and they make her feel miserable. She let out a whimper which quickly turned into a heavy sob, and in her feverish haze she could sense someone smile softly at her and heard them bless her in their loud but sweet voice of theirs.

She could feel someone’s warm hands massage her shoulders to comfort her, patting her on the back, trying to make her feel better. She could smell someone’s perfume, warm and comforting, heating her soul. She felt so safe, so warm, so loved.

“Zack, honey?” Trixie Mattel called softly, “Can you wake up, now, please?”

Biblegirl got up slowly, her world spinning so violently that it made her feel a little nauseous. She needed to grab onto the side of the couch to steady her vision, and she looked over to the clock and gasped. She’d been sleeping for over an hour.

Trixie glanced at Bibles pale face, with dark undereyes and a saturated flushing on her cheeks and nose showing even through the makeup, “Oh, Bible..” “FUCK, I overslept! I’m so sorry–the fans” Bible tried to scramble away but her face scrunched up and she erupted into a ticklish fit of sneezes, each sneeze desperate and sickly sounding. She wasn’t able to cover the first few, but managed to cover the incoming ones with the crook of her arm.

“Bless you,” Trixie offered but Bible didn’t stop stop, her sneezes were still going–until one particularly loud sneeze caused her to bang her face against her elbow. Trixie grimaced in sympathy, passing her a tissue for her to continue her fit in, until it eventually subsided.

Once Biblegirl finished, her eyes were watery and she couldn’t breathe through her nose, but she still forced herself off the couch and the world tilted and her knees buckled and she was freefalling, but Trixie’s strong arm caught her and guided her back towards the couch.

Trixie’s eyes looked sad, “Hey, honey, maybe it’s better if you rest here for a bit longer..”

“No! I need to go to my–” she coughed, “my booth! I’m letting my fans down otherwise! I can’t..have them hate me..”

Bible began to haul herself off of the couch and towards the convention room, much to Trixie’s protests. Her head pounded and her body felt like it weighed tonnes but she forced herself onwards. She managed to get halfway across the room when a couple of queens who had just finished m&gs arrived.

“I’m sorry i’ve been gone for so long, I didn’t mean to, I’ll get to my booth now–” Bible started to hack, coughing her lungs out, bent double with the sheer force. She felt horribly light and faint.

“Oh, Bible, baby..” Alaska whispered softly, her voice dripping with sympathy. Alaska and Phiphi took each of Bible’s hands, guiding her back to the couch where Trixie, eyes wide with worry, still sat. Trixie pulled Bible next to her rubbing her back. Phiphi gave her a bear hug, letting Bible lean into her as her chest rattled with sobs. Alaska gave her a quick kiss on the head “Shh..hey, baby, why are you crying?”.

“I’m just..so selfish. People paid to see me and i’m back here being completely useless. ,” she sobbed.

“Zack, you’re sick. That’s okay. You can take a rest. And look, I don’t know your fans–but we’re all very proud of you. I’m very proud of you. So I’m so sure she would feel the same,” Trixie reassured, a little bit awkward, but just as caring as she brushed her hand through Bible’s hair.

“We love you, Bible, all of us,” Phiphi whispered lovingly.