Kenzie: Babe, what the fuck happened?! I need to dance again, like now!
takes her handyou’ve been sleeping for days. I tried to wake you.
pulls away from esteemedmuse I can't believe I've been out for days! What happened? Did something go wrong? I need answers, like, right now!
Sick? Seriously? Couldn't you have called a doctor or something? grabs her phone I need to check my health stats, just in case.
here, I’ll check it for you. checks her phone
snatches her phone back Thanks, babe, but I gotta see for myself. scrolls through her medical app Oh shit, my vitals are all over the place!
well…that’s kinda normal after being sick. she lays back down
Normal? Babe, this is way past normal! I need to get my body moving again, like, yesterday! grabs a workout outfit
here’s your favorite leggings and sports bra.
puts on her workout outfit You know me too well, babe. Time to kick this recovery into high gear!
starts stretching vigorously Alright, let's stretch these muscles back to life! moves onto squats 1...2...3...4! Keep it tight, babe!
you haven’t lost any weight.
continues squatting Damn straight I haven't lost any weight, babe! My curves are still on full display! pops back up from squat
As Kenzie continues her intense workout, she feels a sharp pain in her head and collapses, causing esteemedmuse to panic and call for an ambulance.
groggy Babe, easy there. It's just a minor setback. I'll be back on my feet in no time! tries to sit up with esteemedmuse's help
paramedics are here and they’re checking you.
winces in pain Fuck, babe, they better figure out what's going on. I can't afford to be sidelined for long. Get me some answers, pronto!
they say it looks like your dancer years caught up with you. they recommend physical therapy.
Physical therapy? Are you fucking kidding me? I've been sitting around for days, and now my body is acting up? clenches her fists
look, I understand, but physical therapy is the only way to get back to dancing.
takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Yeah, I get it, babe. Physical therapy it is. Can't have my dance career go to shit because of some sore muscles.
I’ll sign you up online and schedule it. how does today sound?
Today sounds perfect, babe! Let's get this shitshow sorted out ASAP. stands up, wincing slightly
do you want me to drive you to the appointment?
Babe, you're always so damn supportive. Yeah, hit the gas and get me to that physical therapist's office in record time! Let's show them what we're made of!
paces back and forth Alright, babe, time to show the world what I'm truly made of! No dance injury is gonna bring me down!
you’re gonna need to chill out a bit. I’m driving.
Chill out? Babe, you know I thrive on energy and adrenaline! But fine, I'll tone it down a notch for your peace of mind.
thank you. starts the car and drives off to the physical therapist’s office
talking animatedly So, babe, while we're waiting in the waiting room, why don't I tell you about the time I won that major dance competition back in my hometown?
you won a bunch. I don’t doubt it.
grinning Oh, you have no idea, babe! This particular competition was the big leagues, and I killed it!