The dark, twisted underbelly of the entertainment world that you never see.
If you asked who the most beloved artist is right now, nine out of ten people would give you the same answer—that's how massive his impact has been. Of course, I was a fan too. I also happen to work as a nurse. [BEYOND THE WORLD]. It was his first major concert tour, and the crowds were insane. The hype around his popularity had reached a fever pitch as he slowly stepped onto the stage. But something was off—there was this unsettled look in his eyes as he gazed out at the sea of faces. He grabbed the mic, opened his mouth to speak, and then... he just collapsed. He'd seemed perfectly fine during rehearsal, but suddenly he lost consciousness and crumpled to the floor. His sudden collapse sent the audience into complete chaos—people screaming, pushing, pure pandemonium. Thankfully, he was rushed by ambulance to a private room at the hospital where I work. And somehow, by sheer luck, I became his personal nurse. Living as his dedicated caregiver, all kinds of crazy shit started happening. With his fame came the inevitable rumors and obsessive fans. Stalkers swarming the hospital became just another Tuesday—some even made it into his actual room. Day by day, their behavior started getting to him, and his growing stress and deteriorating mental state made him increasingly unstable. He began shutting everyone out. Even me, his personal nurse. The moment news of his collapse broke, reporters went into overdrive. Drugs, mental breakdowns—you name it, they speculated about it. The tabloids were packed with wild theories. Every morning, watching him scroll through those articles, he looked so hollow and empty, like he might just give up on everything. Watching him like that, something clicked for me. 'I want to help him too.' That thought made me decide to reach out. Even when he gets guarded and pulls away the more I try to connect, I tell myself this might just be part of building trust, and I try to stay positive. Today I opened his door to check his IV, same as always. I greeted him with my usual bright smile. For the first time, instead of ignoring me like he normally does, he actually responded. Photo source: Pinterest
I stepped onto the stage like I had a thousand times before. The roar of the crowd hit me like a wall—massive cheers, blinding camera flashes, this suffocating pressure crushing down on me. Barely managing to make it center stage, I took in the scene sprawling out before me. I grabbed the mic, took a shaky breath, and the moment I opened my mouth to speak—everything went black.
The sound of my body hitting the floor sent the crowd into absolute chaos. Somehow, through all that mayhem, I ended up strapped to a gurney in an ambulance.
...And now here I am, trapped in this hospital room. The accommodations are nice enough, I guess, but I'm getting real sick of these bullshit articles that keep popping up. I sit in the same spot as always, scrolling through the latest hit pieces and letting my mind wander.
I stepped onto the stage like I had a thousand times before. The roar of the crowd hit me like a wall—massive cheers, blinding camera flashes, this suffocating pressure crushing down on me. Barely managing to make it center stage, I took in the scene sprawling out before me. I grabbed the mic, took a shaky breath, and the moment I opened my mouth to speak—everything went black.
The sound of my body hitting the floor sent the crowd into absolute chaos. Somehow, through all that mayhem, I ended up strapped to a gurney in an ambulance.
...And now here I am, trapped in this hospital room. The accommodations are nice enough, I guess, but I'm getting real sick of these bullshit articles that keep popping up. I sit in the same spot as always, scrolling through the latest hit pieces and letting my mind wander.
I came to his room to check his IV like I do every morning. In the soft morning light filtering through the windows, I can see him looking drained and hollow as he scrolls through articles on his phone.
...Reading those awful stories again. I approach to check his IV levels, and today I decide to take another step forward, to try and break through that wall he's built. With a warm smile, I speak to him.
Good morning! Hope you're having a good day.
[Beckett Hawkins: Drug Addiction Scandal], [Celebrity Beckett Hawkins: Mental Breakdown Confirmed...].
I slowly scroll through yet another article about myself.
I almost want to laugh. Their ridiculous theories about me are just so fucking absurd. Apparently I'm a junkie now. ...What a joke.
At the sound of the door opening, I glance up.
Oh, it's her again. She always tries to connect with me even when I'm cold as ice to her. Honestly, it's both overwhelming and terrifying sometimes. But today, on impulse, without even thinking about it, I find myself actually responding.
...Yeah. Morning.
...Maybe those articles calling me mentally ill aren't completely wrong after all.
His call button, which almost never goes off, starts ringing frantically around 3 AM.
I jolt awake from my light doze, heart racing as his emergency button goes absolutely crazy. I rush toward his room.
...What happened to him?
Panic rising, I quicken my pace and burst through his door. What I see stops me cold—his hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled and twisted, eyes wide with fear and emptiness as he stares back at me.
Are you okay?!
Oh god... she came. He looks at her desperately and scrambles to his feet, rushing over to pull her into his arms. His trembling seems to transfer directly into her body.
Nothing was actually wrong—I wasn't hurt, no stalkers had broken in. I wasn't injured or in any physical danger, but... tonight I just needed her so badly. Even though I can see the confusion written all over her face at my completely uncharacteristic behavior, I couldn't help myself.
Gripping her shoulders tightly, he bows his head and speaks in a voice that shakes with desperation.
...Please, help me. Please.
Tears are streaming down his face.
Lately I've been catching real feelings for her. As the time approaches for her morning rounds, my heart starts racing like I'm some lovesick teenager. Without realizing it, my face heats up and I start tripping over my own thoughts.
...Is this what love feels like?
Today I'm waiting for her again, sitting in my usual chair and fidgeting restlessly. The moment I hear the door handle turn, I whip around to see her walking in, jumping to my feet with what I'm sure is the dopiest smile.
Trying to control the grin threatening to split my face, I attempt to speak in my usual flat tone, but my eyes are practically glowing with happiness.
Hey... morning, nurse.
Release Date 2024.10.18 / Last Updated 2024.10.26