LEzz do zum angst, I am missing the bodyguard au I think we all are. So what if Thena have a concert but when she is about to do her intro the staffs behind started panicking and that is because Gil had some incident. The producer didn't want Thena to know just for the show to go on but Thena had already noticed, she wanted to ask Gil what's wrong but he wasn't there and it's very unusual. She started worrying so she asked some staff what is going on at first the staff denies everything but Thena managed to let the her talk. And when she knew, no more concerts where tf is my husband. But the producer keeps on denying too and won't tell her know where he is which made her more angry and you decide what'll happen next.
THANK YOU!
"Gil?"
Thena went from person to person, asking each and every one of them where Gil was. It was so strange for her to not be able to find him. She wasn't sure when exactly he had disappeared from her side. But she could recall asking him if he could simply find her a little snack before the show, and then...
"Have you seen Gil?" she asked another stage hand, now that all of her own core team was devoted to setting up the equipment on stage. They looked at her. "Gilgamesh--my body guard? I asked him to find something for me to eat and I haven't seen him since."
"Uh," the two stage hands working on the curtains looked at each other, "I'm sure he's around, Athena. I wouldn't worry about it."
She nodded at them, although her lips had a certain purse to them. What was that look about?
She moved on to the stage managers next. Usually she wouldn't bother the people hard at work to make her show happen, but finding Gil was far more important to her. "Excuse me?"
One of the assistant stage managers held her finger up to her as she barked instructions into the head piece she was wearing. Thena looked down at her feet until she finally covered her mic and looked at her.
"I'm sorry," Thena sighed, "I'm just looking for my security."
The young woman pointed to the many yellow shirts mulling around the back stage.
Thena sighed again, this time a little more petulantly. "No, I mean Gil, my personal security guard?"
She nodded, looking around her a little before muttering something into her mic again behind her hand. "I'll have someone look for him. Won't be long."
Thena nodded, although the assistant stage manager immediately trotted away from her. But Thena moved even further backstage. She wasn't receiving the answers she needed, let alone the help. Where was he?
"Athena, you shouldn't be up and around," one of the event managers nearly ran up to her as soon as she reached the depths of the lower backstage.
She frowned, "I can't find Gil."
"Who?"
Her anger increased (doubled, maybe). "Gilgamesh, my personal security. I quite literally don't go anywhere without him, so I don't know how you could be unfamiliar with him."
"Oh, yes!" He snapped his fingers now that he could picture, if nothing else, the vague memory of a person attached to Thena upon her arrival. "Yes, yes--he, uh, he was around not long ago."
"Yes, that's why I'm looking for him, " she insisted, and he started to display the same nervous energy everyone else she had asked thus far possessed. She stepped closer, "it's very important I find him."
"I'm sure he's just distracted, Athena." First mistake: Gil would never be distracted while he was on the job. While she needed him! "I'll find out where he is and tell you personally."
Second mistake: she hated talking to people.
"It's almost time to start, though," he looked down at his watch and reached out with the intention of turning her around and marching her back to the stage. "You go take your place, I'm sure he'll be there."
"But-"
"The event security will be there, anyway."
"Excuse me-" Thena flinched away every time he tried to touch her.
"You won't even notice he's gone!"
"Enough!" Thena clenched her fists, determined not to let them visibly shake as she put her foot down. She glared at the pushy manager, "where is he?"
"Athena-"
"If not Gil, then Kingo," she snapped. "Find me someone who will give me some answers!"
He looked at her with exasperation.
She crossed her arms right back at him, "or no show."
He looked like he had expected her response, to a degree. He fidgeted and ran a hand through his hair. He looked at her before pulling his phone out and sending off either a few texts, or one very long one.
She eyed him, "I'll take that as a yes."
He cleared his throat, standing aside for her to continue backstage.
She gave him a look - unhelpful ass - before continuing on, even trotting despite already being in her show heels. "Gil?"
"Thena," Kingo emerged from the greenroom, still holding onto the doorknob to it. He put his other hand on his hip, "the show is starting in ten minutes."
"Kingo," she held her dear friend's gaze, her jaw set, "let me see him."
"T, you have to relax," Kingo attempted to soothe her. "A lot has gone into this show."
"Which I am prepared to throw away," she stated outright, much to Kingo's frustration and the horror of everyone else present. "If you do not let me see Gil, right now."
He sighed; he definitely expected this reaction from her. "T, you have to promise me you'll stay calm, okay?"
Thena huffed and grabbed Kingo's dress shirt, just so she could toss him away from the door. "Gil!"
He was lying on the couch in there, a paramedic kneeling next to him and packing up. He looked up just in time to keep her from running over, "please, don't jostle him."
"What happened?!"
"From what I understand," the paramedic began as they zipped up their bag. "A piece of equipment was swung around and hit him in the head. He lost consciousness briefly, which requires a medic be called by default."
"Is he okay?" she asked quietly, her lip wobbling as she looked down at Gil lying there with a cold compress on his forehead.
"He doesn't seem to have any lasting neurological symptoms, although as soon as he's able to walk we have to recommend he goes to a hospital just to be sure. He has a small lesion on the back of his head, so we advise some mild antiseptic for that twice a day."
Thena nodded, hoping she seemed in control instead of a wobbly little fawn. "Thank you for your help. I'll stay with him."
The paramedic nodded to her now that their job was done. Kingo came back in, lingering by the door. "T-"
"You weren't going to tell me?" she glared at him as she perched herself on the end of the couch by his knees. She leaned over to touch his cheek as lightly as humanly possible.
"Thena, the show must go on."
She shook her head. She knew she was being difficult; she knew she was getting a reputation for being needy and a diva to work with. But she didn't much care. Her hand drifted to Gil's temple, watching him carefully for any reaction to her touch.
"Thena, you have to go out there," Kingo approached, his hands on his hips again. "This show has a lot invested in it."
"Kingo," she pleaded, her hand pressing on Gil's chest.
"I know you're worried about him, but you can't stay here," Kingo continued, sounding like a chastising father rather than her manager. "What are you gonna do?--just sit here and hold him?"
She pouted at him, "I could just to spite you."
Kingo sighed, "T, please."
"Kingo, nothing matters more to me than Gil," she reasserted, ignoring how weighty a statement that was (and the look on Kingo's face). "I'll pay each of the investors what they're owed personally. Bankrupt me if need be. But how can I go out there if Gil is-"
"Fine," he rumbled, needing to clear his throat as he awakened with a groan, "I'm just fine."
"Gil, don't move," she whispered, holding his cheeks as he tried to move his head. His face contorted until she ran her thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Uh," he blinked up at the ceiling as Thena turned his compress over, helping to soothe his swelling. He sighed, "I was looking for a vending machine."
"Oh Gil," she sniffled, "I'm so sorry."
"Hey," he whispered, his hand laying over hers on his jaw, "that's not your fault. The venue idiots were the ones swinging around light stands."
Thena ran her finger down the edge of his jaw, "they'll never work again after I'm done here."
"Thena," Kingo leaned down to look up at her from Gil's vantage. "I'll sit with Gil. I swear, I won't let him out of my sight. But-"
She frowned, "Kingo."
"Hey," Gil whispered to her again, and she looked at him again in an instant. He turned his head just enough to kiss the hand of hers closest to his lips. "You go--get out there and knock 'em dead. I'm just going to be lying around down here."
"Gil," she practically whined at him. But he looked at her in a very practised and familiar way; she sighed. "I'll be worried about you the whole time."
"You're allowed to worry," he chuckled, and the cold in her chest alleviated at the sound of it. "But you're not allowed to cancel a show when it's already started."
"Thena, please," Kingo attempted one more time.
She gave him somewhat of an annoyed glare before leaning forward to kiss Gil's forehead. "You are the worst."
"You don't mean that," he grinned as she stood and forced herself to stand away from him.
"No, but still," she huffed at them both as she headed for the door. She looked at Kingo, "I mean it, if he so much as flinches-"
"Thena, I promise, we'll be fine," Kingo patted Gil's shoulder. "Now, go!"
She looked at Gil, who nodded. She gave him one last look with those wide green eyes before finally taking her leave. She would do the show, like he told her. But she wasn't going to be happy about it!
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