Ghost
I paced the hospital waiting room vigorously as we all waited for some news, any news, about Ricky. Just as Vinny pulled me down on a seat a nurse came.
"Ricky Olson?"
I shot up and went to the nurse. "Are you related to him?"
"No none of us are, we're his band mates and we're currently touring right now."
The nurse nods. "Well sir Ricky is in some sort of coma-like state due to severe malnutrition. The doctor says he'll be fine but it's indefinite when he'll wake." I paled and looked back at the others. I felt hollow and numb.
"The doctor said you can visit him but not all at once. I can take y'all to his room and let one in at a time." I nodded and motioned for the others to follow. They all stood and I followed the nurse to my baby's room. My broken heart shattered into millions of little tiny pieces when I saw Ricky laying in bed pale as fuck and all hooked up to different machines. It was overwhelming and I felt a little dizzy myself so I grabbed the first thing I came in contact with; Chris's arm. I staggered a little as my legs gave out but Chris held me up.
"Devin let's just sit down okay?" He pulls me to a seat and I sat rather hard, extremely dazed. This-This can't be happening, this is just a nightmare. Ricky's fine. Perfectly healthy. My ears started ringing and my vision blurred and faded to nothingness. I liked this feeling of calm that took my anxiety away, if only for a few minutes. I'd give anything to switch places with Ricky.
Anything.
