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Emcee always had pain issues, but he was typically able to push through them for the sake of performance. Was that necessarily healthy? No, obviously not, but it worked for him so he just kept going regardless.
On this particular day, though, he had some nerve pain starting at the bottom of his back and shooting down his right leg every time he tried to move. That wasn't normal, even for him, but he still tried to push through.
Midway through his performance, though, the pain got to be too much and he quickly made up an excuse to the audience before running backstage. Almost immediately upon getting out of their sight, he threw up into a trash can, the pain having formed into nausea.
He groaned and collapsed there on the ground. He didn't pass out, but he definitely wouldn't be able to move anytime soon.
At some point, Sally found him there. She sighed as she saw her brother's state and promptly helped him up. She dragged him to his dressing room (because he was the Master of Ceremonies, Max had given him his very own dressing room, which he liked), and sat him down.
"I'll cover for you" she told him before he could protest. He frowned. Covering probably meant letting Max fuck her so that he didn't even remember he was upset at Emcee. He didn't like her doing that, especially all because he hadn't taken proper care of himself, but he was in too much pain to argue. "Drink some water or something. I gotta get back on stage"
"Yes, ma'am"