80S ROCKSTAR IMAGINES.

kickstart my heart. • NIKKI SIXX

TW: mentions of overdose

   DISCLAIMER!! I am not familiar with drugs in the slightest, so I apologize if I get any of this stuff wrong lmfao. I also forgot to do my research beforehand and found out later that a paramedic revived Nikki, but shhh just act like it was a doctor at a hospital cuz that's what I originally wrote LMAOOO

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Doctors crowded around Nikki's lifeless body, mumbling words to each other as they did every method of revival imaginable. The bassist had overdosed on heroin, much to his girlfriend's hysteria. Those doctors had seen a lot of hysterical patients in their career, but your screams and sobs might have topped their list.

"NIKKI! NIKKI!" you had screamed, Vince holding you back as you attempted to charge blindly at your boyfriend, lifeless in his gurney. It was as if you thought he would hear you. But, how could he? He was on the verge of death, and everyone seemed to know that but you.

Vince quietly sobbed as he had you wrapped up in his arms. He watched the doctors frantically wheel his friend away, and he whispered to you, "It's okay. Let them work. He's gonna be okay."

But, in reality, he had an inkling Nikki wasn't going to be okay. And neither would he, nor Tommy, nor Mick.

Nor you.

Oh, God, especially you. The way you desperately fought to escape Vince's grip, screaming the name of your soon-to-be legally dead boyfriend. . . It made Vince's stomach turn. How would she even go on? he thought, trying his best to give you a comforting squeeze.

Presently, the doctors were trying to give Nikki electric shocks to get his heart going, but he wasn't responding. They were beginning to panic; they so desperately wanted to have good news for you, but they were doubting that this was even possible.

That's when Nikki gained consciousness. He sat up, feeling lighter than he ever had. Holy shit, I'm alive! he thought happily, looking around with a big smile.

But then, his eyes fell on his own body, laying down, getting shock after shock. His body jolted, but nothing other than that happened. The flatline that had been displayed for around a minute now did not change, and that's when Nikki realized:

He was fucking dead.

(Y/N), he immediately thought, eyes transfixed on his limp body as he hopped to his feet. You can't fucking die, you asshole. You have to come home to (Y/N). You have to. Whatever bullshit afterlife you're in right now. . .it's nothing without her.

With the false knowledge of movies, Nikki attempted to dive toward his own body, hoping that his spirit would possess his body, jolting it back to life.

But, that didn't happen. Instead, he was sitting on top of himself, hands on his chest. He stared at himself, mouth agape slightly. What the fuck have I become? he thought to himself as he took in his appearance.

He didn't look like himself. At least, he hoped he didn't. He really hoped that you didn't see him like this often.

   He was pale. So pale. He looked ghostly, and he almost laughed at the irony, since he essentially was a ghost. Or something similar, at least.

   Nikki's humor vanished as he saw that his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and that his mouth was gaped open in a silent scream. God, he looked awful.

   He made a vow to himself then. If he ever made it through this, if the doctors somehow managed to revive his sorry ass, he would drop heroin completely. He owed himself that much, but, more importantly, he owed you that much. He couldn't stand the thought that his indulgences were what caused you to lose someone you loved so much.