She never takes this long.

I had finished making breakfast, and was getting ready to head out for a meeting with an investor willing to put some money in for a line of shoes in my name when I wondered where the hell Bianca was. She never took this long in the shower. Sure, she was famous.. and she had to make sure she looked her best to go out.. but to this THIS long? She was NOT a diva and didn't take over an hour and half in the shower. With getting Tammy out the door for school I had completely lost track of time. So I jogged upstairs and knocked on the door, hearing the shower still going. "Bianca?" I called and grabbed the handle and found the door locked.

"Bianca!" I called again, rattling the locked handle. After the forth call I lifted my foot up and kicked it open, busting the lock off and letting the door swing open. When it swung open my heart stopped. There on the floor, wrapped in the shower counter, half in the tub and half out of the tub was Bianca. Out cold. I came in fast, turning the freezing cold water off and lifting Bianca up against me. "Baby," I said, tapping her face. Jesus Christ she was freezing to the touch. "Bianca!" I tugged my cell phone out, starting to dial 911. Scared to death. If I lost her... after everything we had survived together.. I'd lose my mind.

I felt Dante shaking me and him calling me from the distance in the dark I opened my eyes, barely, and through the haze I could see Dante. I could see that he was panicked and calling someone, probably to help with me, but I didn't want him to call anyone. I weakly lifted my hand and covered his over the phone.

"Don't... I'm..." I swallowed hard. "I'm ok."

My eyes snapped to her open eyes. God, those heavenly chocolate orbs. I could look in them all day. "No, you are not. You passed out! Long enough the water ran cold! You're freezing, Bianca!" I said, shifting her more. "You need a doctor! I'm calling someone!" I said kissing her forehead.

I shook my head softly. "Please, no." She closed her eyes to breathe for a moment. She couldn't feel the cold, but she didn't want to see a doctor. She'd had enough of them. "Too much press. Please, no."

I frowned heavily, lifting her up in my arms and taking her to the bedroom. I covered her tight in a blanket, and went over turning the heat up and before stripping down to literally nothing and sliding into the bed under the blankets. It was almost a shock to the system to press my body to hers but I did. "I hate this.. but I'll do what you want. Maybe I could call in a private doctor? Make him or her sign a contract for privacy?"

I cuddled to him as much as I could. Now that I was getting warmed up I was feeling how cold I was. "In a while..." I felt so tired. "Can you just hold me?"

I nodded, hugging her tightly to me, kissing the top of her head. "I love you.. I don't think I can honestly say that enough."

I smiled, resting my head against him. "I love you," I whispered. "What happened? Where's Tammy? She alright?"

"She's at school... and I don't know what happened. I came up to check on you because I was worried... the door was locked.. I kicked it in and found you passed out over the tub."

I thought about it for a moment, trying to remember. "I don't remember anything after I got in the shower. I was showering and then you were yelling at me, trying to get me to wake up."

"That's not good. Did you eat at all yesterday?"

"Yes. I've been feeling like a pig lately. I'm always hungry." My eyes widened and I tried to sit up quickly, only to feel way too lightheaded and falling back down on him. "I need to call A. I was supposed to meet her."

I caught her as she fell, and held her against me. "Just give yourself a moment.. I'll text her for you. Don't worry. Okay?" I kissed her head and sent the text. "Have you been sleeping.. or having nightmares still and not telling me?"

I shook my head, relaxing there against him. "No. You would have known. Talking about them and going to the counselor has helped, but no I haven't. I promise. I don't know what happened. I wish I did."

I nodded. "That's what we need a doctor for.." I nudged lightly with my words.

"I know," I whispered softly. "I just don't want everyone in the world to know something is wrong with me. It's hard enough keeping the counseling hush. If people find out I'm sick and nuts, I'm sunk." Not that it mattered anymore. I was pretty sure I would never make another album.

"I doubt you'll be sunk.. people understand celebrities getting sick. Your real fans will be praying for you.. not running in the other direction screaming."

"I just don't want them thinking..." She let it go. "I just don't want it out." Was it vanity? No, as much as she liked the fame, she liked her privacy even more.

I nodded, sighing heavily because I knew she had her mind made up and wasn't changing it. I heard my phone, checked it and looked at it. "She said it's just fine. To call her later and let her know you're okay."

"I feel so bad. I'm always letting everyone down." She swallowed, shaking her head. "Go ahead and call a doctor. Everyone's going to find out I'm a ailing, whacked out nut job sooner or later."

"Stop that!" I snapped, grabbing her face. "You are NOTHING of the sort! So knock it off! Don't talk about the woman I love that way!"

"After everything I've done recently..." I let it go, dropping my eyes. "I'm sorry Dante. I'm sorry. You can call the doctor." I wrapped my arms around him, pulling myself closer to him.

"I love you. You've done NOTHING. That was all Jules. That wasn't you, ok?" I kissed her head. I called a doctor and told him to keep this private and he promised he would and I glanced down at her. "Please stop blaming yourself.."

I nodded my head, smiling up at him. "I'll try. For you."

"Good," I kissed her gently and heard a knock. "I'll get that. You lay here and relax." I walked out and went to the front door. "Please, Doctor, come in." He explained he kept his bag hidden in his car in case anyone was watching and asked me to go out and retrieve it. I did so and came back in and we both headed up to Bianca.