"Are you okay, Misery?!" queried Ruby, running out to the bathroom ahead of me.

I didn't hear a reply, so I ran to see what was going on. Misery had blacked out. But how? She had eaten quite a bit of food. But to my relief, she began to stir.

"Misery. Just stay still. Tell me. Is there a reason you're having frequent stress migraines?" I asked her.

"I... it's... Frank and Len. They're making me... do a lot of... singing practice. I'm... awake day and night, only getting sleep during the rehearsals. Even then it's not restful," she admitted, sounding breathless as she spoke.

"You're still faint, Misery. Don't get up. You just stay there," instructed Ruby.

"Like I have a choice," she muttered.

Ruby left me in charge of Misery while she headed off to see Frank and Len. She was back in no time, looking ecstatic.

"Misery! Frank and Len said that you can take a break. They're feeling bad for putting all that pressure on you. You're free to relax and do whatever you feel until the next gig. Which, according to the calendar, is in two months. So I think you're okay," explained Ruby.

I smiled at Ruby happily, and looked down at Misery, who seemed to have brightened up slightly.

"Really?" she wondered.

"Really," laughed Ruby.

"I'm feeling so much better now. Tell them, thanks!" she exclaimed, jumping up to hug Ruby, but a flash of lightning soon struck her in the head. "Ow."

Before the lightning had hit her, I noticed a huge smile on her face. I had never seen such a wide smile on her face before. I looked at Ruby, and the look she gave me was almost like, "I agree."

"I guess I'll head down and finish my knitting, and check my first-aid kits," Misery sighed, but suddenly bumped into the wall.

"Ow," she said simply, and headed down.

"I hope she won't have to go to the hospital," I sighed as I heard Misery fall down the stairs.

"She'll be fine," assured Ruby, laughing slightly.