Stephen looked at the man in question and chuckled. "He seems to have questions. We're in the hospital so he won't get far if he attacks. On the bright side, you'll get help immediately." Stephen, this evil man smiled. "I'll get you a bottle of juice or something. You don't look like you had anything to eat today."

  "You know what?" she began, placing her hand on her thigh and standing up. "Let me go with you."

  "No, stay," Stephen said. "A doctor might look for Cage's family. And I can handle your food and drinks by myself." He turned to leave. Katherine watched with wide eyes as he left her with these unknown people in a hospital. She took in a cleansing breath and was about to close her eyes to pretend to sleep when someone put their hand on her shoulder.

  She jumped and look wildly in the direction of the person only to see the assistant director taking a seat beside her. He smiled a gentle smile which may or may not have hidden his violent intentions. "We should get to know one another," he said quickly.

  At that moment, Katherine bit her tongue and hoped for Stephen to come back quickly. She regretted telling these people who she was. While the other two watched in fascination the exchange happening between them, Katherine pleaded silently for it to get over.

  "I never thought that Mr. Paper Bag that you mentioned was Cage. What a small world," he said, smiling.

  This was not what she was expecting. "What?" she squeezed out the word.

  "Uh…… you talk about him all the time in your videos……"

  Her brain took a minute to process that. She gaped at this stranger like a fish out of water. Good thing she was in a hospital, her brain capacity seemed to have diminished quite a bit in the last hour.

  "You are a follower?" she pointed.

  "Ahha! So it is you," she chuckled. Katherine groaned as she put her hands over her face.

  "Cage kept watching your videos on the set so some of us picked up on that because we were curious. Half of the crew is in love with your videos at this point. The elusive boyfriend you kept talking about was Cage. What a surprise!"

  Katherine's cheeks were burning. She could have fried an egg on them if she wanted. She peeked from between her fingers. This had gotten the interest of the director who was grimacing.

  "You talk about Cage on the internet?" this older man asked. Most people his age were still disparaging of the internet revolution so Katherine didn't jump to defend herself. She didn't see the point.

  "Yes," she said definitely. To think that she could find her courage only when someone opposed her.

  "I wasn't informed of this," the man grumbled.

  "Not that there is much to it. A normal person talking about their loved one on their social media with the permission of the said person," Katherine remarked.

  "You're quite sharp with your words," the director objected. "Stephen teach you that?" he snipped.

  "Sir, it's their private matter," Giselle defended quickly.

  "Not when it can plummet my sales," the man spoke. He crossed his hand over his chest.

  "Last time I heard, production liked when actors got into romantic scandals during filming. It boosted sales. The magazines did sell a lot when Cage announced that he was in a relationship." The assistant director stared at Katherine silently.

  "Only when it is between the leads," the director glared.

  "I'm the common audience. I can tell you what we want." Katherine smiled sweetly and said no more.

  "A fan?" the director sighed. Katherine paid him no attention.

  "She's a vlogger. She does gameplay and cooks amazing food," the assistant director said to lighten the mood.

  "You and your vlogs. So, this girl has followers?" his eyes brightened a little. "How many?" Having found gold, the director seemed more pleased with Katherine.

  "About six million now," the assistant director boasted. Katherine glanced at the man, wondering how he seemed so proud that she had many followers.

  "Good." Was all this man said. Katherine passively looked at him before turning towards the footsteps approaching them. Stephen was back. He looked at her curiously as he handed her a box of food and a drink.

  "Thanks," she muttered. She opened the box and munched down on the food quickly, silently letting the others chat and discover that she wasn't a nobody anymore.

  The only problem was…… no one knew if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

  Soon enough, the doctor allowed visitors in the room. Katherine remained in the waiting room as the others went in to talk to him. Stephen was already in the process of talking to the doctor to get him discharged. Finally, when the others came out, Giselle approached Katherine.

  "He's waiting for you. You were the first person he wanted to see," she said with a warm smile. Giving Katherine's hand a squeeze, she left.

  Katherine pressed her lips together to stop the surge of emotions from overflowing. She moved inside timidly, seeing him laying on the bed with his eyes closed. She reached his side and checked his forehead for a temperature like a fool. Then she ran her shaking fingers through his hair, finally losing her battle against the tears.

  She ducked her head, swiping away the tears quickly. But he had already opened his eyes and seen them.

  "Hey," he called in a raspy voice.

  She raised her head with a small gasp. "You're awake?" she whispered.

  He blinked at her in confusion. "I was just pretending to sleep at first…… then I really fell asleep." The smile on his lips barely tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Don't cry," he whispered back, touching her cheek gently.

  Much to her horror, her tears poured out and a sob broke through her lips. She pressed her knuckles against her mouth, trying to stop the sound from escaping. "I'm sorry. I was so scared. Your work shouldn't…… it shouldn't be dangerous like this……"