Every Night

Chp. 6

*Wayne's POV*

Dan was doing amazing with his drum solo, like he usually does, so I turned back to face the audience when all of i sudden I hear a loud crash. The entire crowd gasps, and I hear someone yell, "Dan fainted!!!" Me and the others stop playing immediately, I set my guitar down on the stage and run over to him. He's out all right, and there's a gash on his head from where he collided with the rim of the bass drum. It's bleeding a little more than I want it too, so even though I'm uncomfortable with it, I remove my shirt and wrap it around his head. I'm cradling him in my lap when Mac finally runs onto the stage, with a medic from the arena. The medic quickly looks him over and asks for some help carrying him, he's a big guy after all. Ben runs over to join us. Ben and I each grab one of his legs, and Mac and the medic each grab one of his arms. We carefully get him back into the green room, and I can hear Platz announcing to the crowd, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, we're going to have to end the show right now. Sorry."

I'm sitting down next to the couch holding his hand as we wait for an ambulance to come. I begin to cry, I can't stand to see him hurt emotionally, but to see him physically hurt, it's even more painful.

The medic gets a call over his radio that the ambulance has arrived. We pick him up off the couch and walk to the back entrance. There security is having to hold back curious fans until we get him inside. At first they weren't going to let me ride with him, but Mac talked to the driver and explained how close we are and they let me climb inside.

It doesn't take more than what seems to be 8 minutes to get to the hospital. There they bring him inside and they told me I was going to have to wait.

"Okay...." I said, with a voice full of fear and worry.

I sit in the waiting room with the rest of the guys for what seems like forever a million times over. Finally, someone comes out and tells us we can go see him.

We walk into the room quietly, and I take the seat right next to his bed, and carefully take hold of his hand. I sit there and just hold it and I begin to cry again, just please let him be okay, I think to myself.

I look up just in time to see him slowly open his eyes. "Where..... Where am I?" He asks.

I explain to him what happened, and he reaches up and feel the stitches on his forehead, he winced from the pain.

"I fainted?" He asked me.

"Yeah," I say, "you were doing your drum solo, and next thing I knew, you fell into your drum, hitting your head on the rim."

"What about the show?"

"Screw the show right now, all that matters to me is that you're okay...."

"How long have I been out?"

I did a bit of thinking and said, "I think at least an hour and a half, maybe more."

"Wow....."

"I'm just glad you're awake now"

"What's gonna happen about the rest of the tour?"

"The doctors said you need at least 4 days without performing, so if I think about it, that only cancels 3 of the remaining shows, we only have 4 more to go."

"I'm sorry...." He mutters.

"Sorry for what?" I ask.

"I screwed things up, again, why can't I seem to do things right?"

"You. Do. Not. Screw. Things. Up."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Just believe me buddy, I can."

He looks at me and smiles, the smile pulls his stitches a bit, and he whimpers again.

"Hey bud, I better let you get some rest, they're gonna let you leave in the morning."

I begin to stand up when he grabs my hand, "hey," he says, "could you actually stay here for the night, I don't want to be alone."

"Sure buddy."

I grabbed another chair to make a bed out of, but he scoots a bit to the side and pats the bed, "you don't have to sleep on those chairs, come up here with me."

I carefully climb in as not to unhook any of his wires, and lay on my side next to him.

"Goodnight buddy." I say to him.

"Goodnight."

And we both fall asleep.