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Vince's POV, 31st December 2004

I'd rang 911, paramedics were on their way all I had to do was just try and make sure Nikki didn't die before they got here.

So the second I'd come off the phone I went immediately back to Nikki and waited for paramedics to get here, the first thing I did going into the bathroom was grab a couple of small towels and wrapped them as tightly as I could around Nikki's wrists to try and stop the bleeding as much as I could finding some hair ties in one of the drawers next to the sink to hold the towels in place, hoping it'll soak up any more blood to stop him from bleeding out further.

Sitting and waiting for the ambulance to arrive was the worst experience of my life, I kept my fingers on Nikki's neck to continuously check his pulse, it was scarily slow and faint but he still had one and that's what I was focusing on.

As I knelt next to my boyfriend I ran a hand gently through the bassists hair "You better not leave me, don't y-you dare fucking leave me" I sniffle wiping the tears from my face that had fallen "Not after everything we've been through... d-don't you dare, I can't lose you... I-... I can't"

I knew he couldn't hear me, but the silence was unbearable... I'm never going to get the image of Nikki in this state out of my head, I really shouldn't have left him... I really really shouldn't have, now the words he said to me before I left made sense, he was saying it because he was going to take his own life.

Fuck, I should have noticed. Actually maybe I did notice in the back of my head but didn't face the possibility... would you want to face the fact the person you loved was basically telling you goodbye.

Ignorance was a survival technique but sometimes it came back to bite you in the ass, that's exactly what happened today, I was never going to leave Nik alone again, if I felt he was lying to me then I wasn't going to leave him, not after this.

I'm so fucking scared.

When the paramedics arrived after a short while, I let them in and told them where Nikki was, following them upstairs but staying out of the bathroom wanting them to get on with their job, all I could do was stand there and watch as they spoke to one another, saying medical terms I'm not even going to try and recount- all I know is Nikki was in a bad way but I think that's self explanatory, there must be a good three pints of blood on the floor, maybe more, either way it was way too much to be healthy.

The two EMT's weren't keen on hanging around for long, basically saying if they didn't get him to a hospital soon he'd die, although I knew that it still made my heart ache to hear.

The next fifteen minutes we're probably the most important of my life, it was life and death for Nikki- as soon as the EMT's had assessed Nikki they spent the next few minutes getting him into the ambulance and I was asked if I was going with him, I was almost offended by that because why the fuck did they think I was just going to let him be alone?

Although that question pissed me off, I answered it and got into the vehicle without any arguments deciding arguing with the men who were helping save Nikki wasn't a wise decision, after all that question was probably standard practice.

The ride to the hospital was tense, I felt my heart pounding in my chest from the anxiety I felt, bouncing my leg up and down focusing on Nikki, never taking my eyes off him for a second as the EMT kept a close eye on him also, getting lost in how I allowed this to happen, if I hadn't have left him he wouldn't be like this, he wouldn't be on the verge of death.