Everything is totally not fine. We don't share a room and we don't even look at each other. Right after the show depending on the day Stevie or I will take the children but we go to separate hotels.

The twitching in my body is no better but something is off tonight, I can feel it. It's all going to go to shit. During rehearsal Christine is flat and Stevie is hoarse we're in Philidelphia this week, and all I want to do is get through the next month and a half. We're getting ready to end Rehearsal when Mick gets up and goes to grab something.

"Guys gather around," Mick announces.

"What is it?" John asks. Mick clears his throat and holds up the paper.

"Eagles drummer Don Henley is opening up about Fleetwood Mac frontwoman Stevie Nicks. The crooner has been linked to Stevie for almost a year now. There is no word if Nicks and husband and bandmate Lindsey Buckingham have divorced, but having spotted Don Henley at Stevie's Santa Monica home prior to Fleetwood Mac embarking on their third tour, promoting Tusk, we think it's safe to say that their marriage may very well be over. We've spoken to Don Henley, to try and get the scoop. 'Stevie is a great girl and we've had so much fun. Her album is going to be a big hit in. In a lot of ways, I could consider her my soulmate but she's married with two adorable children.'

'Have you met her kids?'

'No, I have not met them but she's talking about bringing them to an Eagles concert.'

'The eagles begin touring in September" Mick reads

"Do you know how inappropriate an Eagles concert is?" I yell my arm twitching.

"I've been to a couple. Backstage is a lot cleaner than out front. They're all so nice." She spits back.

"I bet you've fucked half them haven't you?" She looks away "How many?"

"Two, I slept with two are you happy now." Stevie sobs

"Wow," I say walking away.

We spit every song at each other tonight, but the chain takes the cake. My voice is raspy from overuse and crying. But Lindsey's first belt of "If you don't love me now, you will never love me again." Is nasty, angry, and downright heartbreaking. But I spit it right back at him We angrily sing the song to each other and I hold the tears back.

I honestly don't regret sleeping with Joe Walsh or Don Henley, but I wish I had gone about it differently. I love Lindsey but I just couldn't take it anymore. He's possessive , and he isn't understanding at all. He fights with Robin every chance he gets and it's getting old. I just hope we can work things out this tour. Especially when we go to San Francisco in August. Ruth is turning fifty-five and Greg and Merridith are throwing her a giant party. Martha will be there and I would hate to prove her right.

***

That night, while we were getting ready to go there's a knock at my dressing room door. My mom answers and exchanges some words then she waves me over.

"What?" I ask seeing our guitar tech and Lindsey's semi-assistant Ray Lindsey.

'We have to go to the hospital." Ray tells me.

"why?" I ask crossing my arms I'm still wearing my stage clothes.

"I didn't get Lindsey's guitars as fast as normal so I went to his dressing room. He was convulsing on the floor. So I called an ambulance. They just took him to the hospital. Stevie, it's bad When he stopped convulsing he wasn't breathing." Ray tells me.

"But...okay...let me get my purse. Daddy can you tell the rest of the band and Momma can you take care of my babies." I say, my pinky and thumb subconsciously twirling my wedding rings.

Pacing the hospital I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. Going towards the receptionist desk I take deep breaths and bit my thumbnail.

"Any word on Lindsey Adams Buckingham?" I question.

"I'm sorry, I can't disclose anything about Mr. Buckingham unless you're family." The lady growls smacking her gum.

"I'm his wife. Stephanie Buckingham." I reply.

"Yeah right." She squawks.

Huffing, I grab out my wallet and show her my passport and ID.

"Fine. He's in a coma. The doctors are running some tests and I'm not sure about his room number. I'll have a doctor come out and talk to you when you can see him." The nurse spits.

A coma, my husband is in a coma. I love him so much and the thought of losing him scares the shit out of me. Things are going to change.

"Mrs. Buckingham." I hear.

I shoot up and run to the doctor, grabbing his arms to stabilize myself.

"How is he?" I ask panicking.

"He's breathing on his own but he's in a coma. Your husband has had a seizure. It's an increase in brain activity. It could've been caused by a brain tumor or he may have a brain disorder. But I can't do any tests until he's awake. I know you're his wife but I'd be doing an invasive test and I need patient consent. Hopefully, he'll be awake in the next few days. If he's not, that's when I'll pull the emergency contact consent." The doctor says.

"A brain tumor?" I ask falling in a heap on the floor. Tears cascading down my face.

"His scans didn't show anything the test I plan on doing when he wakes up is just precautionary. We don't take seizures lightly. You may go to his room, he's in 450." The doctor says putting his arms around me to help me up.

Ray and I run down the hall and seeing my husband laid up in bed like that is heartbreaking.

"Stevie, there's no point in staying. Let's go back to the hotel and regroup. Let the band know what's going on and come back tomorrow.

"No, I'm staying. You go back. I can't leave him, Ray." I say.

"You two are divorcing though." He looks at me.

"We are not." I insist.

"It's sound to me like you are. Living a half an hour away. Kanoodling with the Eagles. I'm pretty sure Lindsey is thinking about it." He shrugs walking out.

***

Sleeping in chairs isn't the easiest thing, but I've done it a lot. Rocking my babies, waiting to record, it's almost natural. The only thing that isn't is the cacophony of beeping letting me know my husband is still alive.

"Oh, Lindsey." I sigh pulling my chair closer to his bed. I place my hand on his and gently latch on. I lay my head against his arm and I just fall apart. The heartwrenching sobs leave my body and the dam I've been holding for so long breaks. I've done nothing but hurt him and he may never forgive me. Hell, I won't ever forgive myself. I was woken up by a gentle shake to the shoulders.

"Mrs. Buckingham, I have to give him a thorough exam and there's a bunch of people here to see you." It was the doctor.

"Oh okay, Thank you," I say sitting up a sharp pain shooting through my back.

"And Mrs. Buckingham, feel free to shower and use the bathroom in here. I suspect you'll be here until he goes home." The doctor smiles

"Thank you, yes as long as he's here I'm here." I nod.

"My wife would do the same." He smiles as I walk out in the hall, I'm greeted by Fleetwood Mac.

"How Is he?" Mick asks.

"No change. He is still sleeping. Did Ray say anything to the kids?" I ask.

"Just that daddy was sick and mom and dad had to go away so he could get better," John explains.

"Stevie, can we talk?" Christine questions

"Sure," I say pulling her down the hallway.

"I guess you had a wake-up call last night." Chris sighs.

"I can't lose him, Chris, I just can't," I say tears threatening to fall.

"Oh dear, what's the worst possible scenario?" Chris asks.

"Brain tumor," I whisper.

"Wow...look, I cheated on John and it ended our marriage. I still love that man and I regret it every day. But when I realized it and wanted to face the facts that I do still love him, I found out that he's happy with another woman. Don't let that happen to you. Here's some clothing. We've canceled the next few shows. We reconvene in five days at Washington DC. If Lindsey can't make it we're going to have Ray play for us. I don't expect you to perform without him." Christine hugs me.

"Thank you," I say

***

Three days pass quickly. It's Wednesday, we perform on Friday. I sit for a while and eventually I sleep. It's been a cycle for the past few days. I'm woken up from my catnap by an arm trying to break free from being my pillow.

"Steph, my arm is falling asleep." Lindsey's husky voice bellows from above me.

"Lindsey?" I ask tears flooding my eyes.

"You look rough." He chuckles. I just cry and attack him in a hug,

"Mrs. Buckingham, it's time for...oh, Mr. Buckingham, you're awake Your wife hasn't left your side since you were brought in on Monday. You've been in a coma for three days." The doctor says.

"But the children and the shows," Lindsey replies.

"You have children?" The doctor asks.

"Two, Sara is five, Mason just turned one," Lindsey says. The doctor looks at me and I nod.

"And your full name and wives full name?" He instructs.

"Lindsey Adams Buckingham and Stephanie Lynn Nicks-Buckingham. What the hell is going on?" Lindsey states angrily.

"Lindsey, you had a seizure and passed out right after. Tell me, have you been experiencing anything different in your daily life?" The doctor asks.

"Well no, but in January after our daughter's birthday, my arms would twitch every now and then. Mostly when I'm angry. I just thought it was a jerk reaction." Lindsey shrugs.

"Have you noticed anything different Mrs. Buckingham?" He looks to me.

"Honestly, I haven't been at home much. I've been away for work." I say

"Mr. Buckingham, I haven't been able to figure out what is wrong with you. I would like to run a test. A spinal tap to test for a brain tumor or other mental disorders. The Spinal Tap is a surgical procedure. It takes spinal fluid and allows us to test it for things like epilepsy, and a brain tumor. Your scans didn't show any signs of a brain tumor but it is just a precaution. However, because it is a surgical procedure. Your wife can't be in the room." The doctor explains.

"Yes of course." Lindsey nods.

***

I've been kicked to the hall. I'm freaking out. My palms are sweaty and my heart is racing. Pacing the floor, I'm getting weird looks from people Partially because I'm Stevie Nicks, and Partially because I'm openly having a panic attack.

"Mrs. Buckingham, you can go back in, He's laying down now He' s going to be in a lot of pain when the Anesthesia wears off." The neurologist says.

"Thank You," I answer walking into his room

"You still look rough," Lindsey says weakly.

"You should see yourself...Lindsey, we need to talk." I sigh.

"You're right we do." Lindsey nods.

"Ray said you were thinking about filing for divorce." I bite my lip.

"I was, I have papers but I wasn't going to file them until after the tour that way I could have a clean break with Fleetwood Mac." He states and my heart falls to my stomach.

"Lindsey please don't...I've broken it off with Don. I was hoping we could work things out this tour. But then that stupid article was released and you were spitting your songs at me. That really hurt. I was going to go to your hotel and talk to you. Bring my best lingerie and apologize, but then Ray came and said he found you seizing and passed out and we had to come here. I about killed the receptionist in emergency for not telling me about your condition. I physically had to show her my ID saying I was Stephanie Buckingham. Lindsey I love you so much and when the doctor said cancer I fell to the floor and sobbed. These past months have been Hell without you. And coming so close to losing you, I can't live without you." I say furiously wiping the tears from my eyes.

He groans but wraps me in his arms and pulls me in bed with him.

"You actually stayed here while I was in the hospital?" He asks.

"Every night I slept on your arm." I sigh.

"Does this mean you'll come home?" He questions.

"Yeah, until I go on tour. But then I'll be back." I nod.

"Okay." He smiles.

She fell asleep in my arms and four hours later the doctor walks back in.

"She really isn't allowed to be in your bed but since the poor thing has been sleeping hunched over your bed I'm going to let it slide. I have your results if you want to wake her up." He says, and I do, but she still refuses to leave my arms.

"It's NOT cancer, You have epilepsy." The doctor says.

Stevie sobs for joy and they explain everything. I'm given medication and we're on a plane to DC.

I performed on Friday with a little pain and immobility but the sweet one-liner out of my wife's mouth makes it better.

"Lindsey is one strong man."