SuperStar!

Outside the hospital, where news had spread that celebrities Taylor Swift and Ethan Jones had been admitted following their alleged incident, the crowd outside had naturally split into three distinct cliques.

The first and largest group, judging by their posters and coordinated outfits, were unmistakably fans of one of the stars—mega-star Taylor Swift. Their voices rose in a mix of concern and excitement, some holding up signs of support while others eagerly speculated about what had happened.

The second-largest group consisted of enthusiastic supporters holding up posters and cheering for the rising superstar, Ethan Jones. Their energy was almost as electric as the first group's, their voices merging into chants of admiration for the new sensation in the industry.

The third and final group, however, stood apart. Cameras in hand, they snapped pictures relentlessly—not just of the hospital entrance but of the fans themselves. It was clear they were paparazzi, capturing every moment, every expression, every possible angle that could feed the headlines.

The doorway leading to the hospital had been covered with no one able to come in or out as the hospital security had lock the place 

Inside the hospital hallway, a man paced back and forth, his nerves stretched thin. His wife was in labor, but he had been asked to step out after nearly fainting multiple times in the delivery room. Now, anxiety gnawed at him, made worse by the constant shouting from outside. The noise filtered through the hospital walls, an unwelcome reminder that something far bigger than his personal crisis was unfolding just beyond the doors.

Frustrated, he stopped pacing and walked over to a nurse who was focused on the hospital system. "Hello," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

The nurse turned to look at him, her expression neutral. "Yes?"

Trevor, barely holding himself together, started to ask politely, "I just wanted to—" but his patience snapped mid-sentence. His voice grew heavier, rougher, until he practically shouted, "What is the deal with all this shouting, for fuck's sake?!"

Another woman, who had been sitting nearby, immediately joined in. "Yes! This is a hospital, for Christ's sake! Can't you guys control them?" she yelled, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

The noise outside only grew louder, seeping through the walls like an unwelcome storm. The shouts and chants from the crowd were relentless, and soon, more family members of patients began voicing their frustrations.

"This is a damn hospital, not a concert venue!" one man snapped, standing up from his chair.

"My mother is trying to rest! This is insane!" another woman yelled, her voice shaking with anger.

A group of nurses hurried to calm them down, their hands raised in placating gestures. "We sincerely apologize for the noise," one of them said, trying to keep her voice even. "The hospital is doing its best to manage the situation."

"Doing its best?" Trevor scoffed, his patience gone. He threw his hands in the air. "This is madness! Are we supposed to just sit here and deal with this? For fuck's sake!"

"Exactly!" the woman next to him agreed, now fully riled up. "It's ridiculous! We're already stressed, and now we have to deal with this circus outside?"

The hallway erupted in angry murmurs, frustration spreading like wildfire among the gathered families.

Just then, a nurse stepped forward and raised her hands in an attempt to regain control. "We've called the police," she announced firmly.

A hush fell over the hallway.

Trevor folded his arms, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Good," he muttered.

The tension was interrupted by the arrival of several doctors, drawn by the commotion. One of them, a middle-aged man with graying hair, frowned at the gathered patients' families. "What's going on here?"

Trevor didn't hesitate. "What's going on?" he echoed, his voice rising again. "We're patients! This is a hospital! And there are people outside screaming their lungs out! What the hell is happening?"

The doctor sighed, rubbing his temple. "Look, we understand your frustration. The situation outside is—"

Before he could finish, a voice suddenly shrieked from the back of the hallway.

"You guys! Taylor Swift and Ethan Jones are apparently in the building!"

Silence crashed over the hallway like a wave before the entire place exploded into chaos.

Murmurs turned into outright talking.

"Wait, what?"

"Taylor Swift is here?"

"And Ethan Jones?"

"Why? What happened?"

Trevor, who had been so focused on his own problems, looked around, completely baffled. "What the hell is going on?" he muttered.

The doctor turned to a nearby nurse and leaned in to whisper, "I want you to go to their room and inform them about what's happening."

Meanwhile, outside, the police had arrived.

Officers with microphones stepped forward, trying to regain control over the frenzied crowd. "Everyone, please remain calm!" one of them announced, his voice amplified over the restless fans.

But instead of quieting down, the fans responded with more shouting.

"Where's Taylor?!"

"We love you, Ethan!"

Some even began chanting in unison, fueling the hysteria.

The paparazzi, meanwhile, took full advantage of the chaos. Camera flashes erupted like fireworks, capturing every moment, every emotion, every reaction from the fans and the police alike.

Inside the hospital, the nurse assigned to deliver the message to Taylor and Ethan swallowed nervously as she made her way down the hall.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her scrubs and took a deep breath. Stay professional. Stay calm.

Reaching their door, she straightened her posture, ran a quick hand through her hair, and practiced under her breath, "Good evening, Miss Swift. Mr. Jones. There's a bit of a situation outside, but—" She shook her head. Too formal.

A deep inhale. Then a knock.

Silence.

She frowned.

She knocked again. Nothing.

Heart pounding now, she hesitated before slowly turning the handle.

The door creaked open.

She stepped inside, peering around. Then, seeing the empty beds, she muttered under her breath, "Ehn?"

The room was empty.