You'll learn your lesson, but first you'll fall..

As I tried to eat the spaghetti carbonara Matt brought in for me, I sighed in frustration, as I couldn't eat it.
'What's wrong, babe?' Matt asked, looking up from his phone.
'My tongue is so sore, I literally can't anything.'
'That's from when you had the seizure.' A nurse smiled as she walked in. 'Your jaw was moving rapidly, therefore you bit down on your tongue a number of times. You're lucky you didn't swallow it.'
I snorted. 'Blessed.'

'I know, right? It'll stop hurting in a few hours, I'd say.' She smirked, taking my hand to take my pulse.
She then produced a needle, to take my bloods again. Ow.
'If you need anything, just press the buzzer above your head, okay?' She smiled. I nodded. 'Take care of yourself.' She said, before walking out, with my blood in a container.
'So, what about your show tonight, then? It's at 7, and it's like 1 now..' I asked Matt.

'We made a unanimous decision while you were unconscious to cancel it. There's no way I'm getting up on a stage when you're unwell, I wouldn't be able to concentrate. The fans understand. Also, Dan was saying that whoever drugged you - however they did it - mightn't like the fact you're alive, therefore might try to get one of us.' Matt sighed.
'But that's so unfair on the fans! And it's my fault! Wait, how do they know anything even happened? And true..' I said, pouting.
'El, they understand. I went onto the website earlier and put up a huge apology letter and an exlpanation; since then, I've seen about 1000 comments wishing you well. Also, I've been informed that there's been some fans here, trying to find out what room you're in, that they have presents for you and the baby.'
I could feel myself tearing up. 'That is so sweet.' I held my bump.
'But I've told the staff at reception, that under no circumstances, can any fan be told where you are, since someone did attempt to kill you.' Matt said, sounding angry.
Matt's phone then rang. 'I'll be back in a minute, babe. It's just Larry.' Matt answered the phone to his tour manager as he walked out.

As soon as Matt walked out, my own phone rang. I almost forgot I had a phone.
I picked it up off the desk beside me, and saw that it was an unknown number.. assuming it was Mom or something, I answered.
'Hello?' I said.

'Crampton Ward, Room 5.' a woman's voice said. I thought about it for a moment, and then realised; I was in Crampton Ward Room 5..

Okay, act natural. 'What are you talking about? Who is this?' I said calmly.

'Don't act stupid, Eleanor, you know what I'm talking about. I know exactly where you are. And it's a shame I didn't add an extra rohypnol, but don't you worry, this is not the last you, your baby or your friends have seen of me. You take care of yourself. See you round.' And with that, she hung up.

I sat, my phone in my hand still, staring into space. What the fuck was I going to do?
So, whoever this was knew about the rohypnol, and she knew exactly where I was...
I could feel my whole body turning cold, remembering how she said the part about 'your baby or your friends'. I couldn't deal with losing my small bump again, or any of the guys or girls.
How did she get the rohypnol into my system?
How did she know what room I was in?
How was I going to sort this all out?

Notes

PLOT TWIST
oh no..
thoughts/suggestions? everything is welcome!:3