A Bitter Cinderella Story [Tom Keifer/Nikki Sixx fanfic]

Chapter 16: Sacrifice for love

After the authorities left Nikki alone, the bassist lay seething in pain, and not even the heavy dose of painkillers were numbing the agony inside. The pain wasn't from the shot in his shoulder, which did hurt like a motherfucking bitch, no, the pain was internal. John had Tom and every second he did, he was likely inflicting unimaginable terror on his beloved, and Nikki was fucking helpless laying here in the hospital. 

There was only one thing Nikki knew that had to be done, John had to die. Fuck the FBI's investigation, fuck the risks, fuck it all, all that mattered was saving Tom at all costs. Even to his own career. He didn't care. 

He was refused visitors for that first night. Visiting hours over blah blah blah, the police still had questions. Nikki made some calls the next morning to the band's manager who quickly acted by getting the label's legal team on hand to deal with this mess. Oh he was furious but Nikki didn't fucking care, he just needed the cops out of his hair. 

After an exhausting night and morning, loopy from the painkillers, nurses in and out checking on him, finally he was greeted with a familiar face after nodding off for a bit. 

"Fuck Nikki!" It was Tommy Lee, who looked paler than usual staring down at him with watery eyes. 

"Hey man." 

"What the fuck happened Nikki? I saw on the late night news you got shot! I had to make a shit ton of calls before I finally found out where you were. I called Vince and Mick, they're gonna stop by later."

Nikki only burst into tears finally having someone he could tell the truth to. 

"It was John, he had a gun, came up to the suite with Tom..."

"He fucking shot you?!"

Nikki shook his head then nodded, "he didn't mean to...I attacked him, he had the gun on Tom, saying shit and I lost it. I lunged and we struggled, the gun went off. Then...Tommy he took him! I don't know what to fucking do anymore. He has Tom! Who knows the fuck that psycho is doing to him! I feel like I'm drowning, like I'm going insane just laying here in this fucking bed! I need to find him!" 

"Shit shit shit!" Tommy muttered

"I need you to get me out of here. Let management deal with the fucking police, I told them I was expecting a girl, instead opened the door to some dude who pulled a gun. Bullshitted the entire thing but I think they believe me."

"The news said it was a drug deal gone wrong," Tommy snorted. 

"More like an obsessive fan," Nikki shuddered. 

John was obsessed and it did not make a lick of sense to Nikki. Was John simply unable to handle not getting something in his life when he has always gotten everything he wanted. A spoiled psychotic trust fund baby. If people like him ran the country, they were all doomed. 

 "I can make some calls, Vince's biker friends the one's you had follow John might have something for us..."

"No I know someone even better. Lily, John's main squeeze."

"Okay."

"But we gotta get me out of here!" 

That was easier said than done but Tommy quickly made a call to Mick who brought clothing for Nikki even after the hospital doctor who treated him last night was less than pleased about Nikki leaving so suddenly. Nikki had stitches, the bullet had passed through his shoulder, tearing muscle. It would take a month of recovery for him to fully hold weight with that shoulder and arm. 

Time Nikki did not have at the moment. 

Bandaged with his injured arm in a sling, Tommy, Mick and Vince led Nikki into a waiting car. No limos. They did however have to contend with a dozen reporters at the entrance of the hospital who quickly surrounded the band. Cameras flashing furiously as they shoved their way past.