Life's Better When You Gotta Bassist In It // L.A. Guns •Kelly Nickels•

Forever

(This one is long, I'm sorry)

I opened my eyes slowly. I was in an
ambulance. I didn't stay awake for long, before I was passed out and was unconscious again.

(Kelly's POV)

The show went really well. I was really hoping to hang out with Erin after the gig but Sherry had told me she had to go, that something had happened to her mom. I hated her mom, for putting her through that, but it was her life.

The guys and I we're sitting at a table, enjoying our drinks and celebrating our gig at the Whiskey. The tv of the bar was on and the news came on.

Here, I'm reporting an accident near the Sunset strip. The accident, involving a Ford Escort and a motorcycle. The person who was driving the car is a middle aged man, who was drinking and driving. The motorcycle victim, is a girl, who looks to be in her early twenties or late teens. She has been taken to the hospital for treatment as her condition is critical. Reporting live from the scene.

Jesus. I felt bad for those people. After the news lady was done talking, they showed the wreck. The car was dented and all that, but what was on the ground, messed up and mangled, was my bike. Oh my fucking hell.

I hope  Erin's okay, I can't, I can't fucking lose her.  Shortly after that, Erin's boss came and told me there was a call for me on the phone. I got up and answered it. It was the hospital.  They told me that I was Erin's emergency contact and told me I should come right away. I hung up the phone and did just that.

When I entered the hospital, I went to the front desk and they lead me to her room. I couldn't. She was hooked up to a bunch of machines. "How bad is she?" I asked the doctor.

"Well, the car hit her pretty hard. It wasn't a head on collision, but her left leg is probably broken along with her arm. She smacked her head off of the concrete pretty hard as well." He said.

"We'll run some tests and then we'll go from there." I nodded and sat down in the chair next to her bed. I took her hand and it was ice cold. "Don't die on me, Erin, please don't fucking die." I said as I held back tears.

There wasn't anything I could do. I walked back to the front desk. "I'm looking for Donna Scott's room." I told the nurse. She nodded and told me. If something was gunna end up happening to Erin, her mom needed to know. Erin was only on the road because of her.

I found her room and there she was. "Who are you?" She asked me. I looked at her and leaned on the door frame with my arms crossed. "I'm Erin's boyfriend." I told her. She looked at me. "Why are you, here, I've never met you and I don't want to meet you." She said.

I rolled my eyes and sat down in the chair next to her bed. "I came here to let you know that Erin's in the hospital." I told her. "Then why isn't she here to tell me anything?" Her mom said. "Listen, I don't fucking like you for a number a reasons, but I care about Erin and it seems like a small piece of her cares about you. Erin was in an accident, she's here as a patient, it-it's not looking good." I said, wiping my eyes.

Her eyes went wide. "Wh-what do you mean she was in an accident." Erin's mom asked. "She was hit by a drunk driver. I really hope she's okay, I can't fucking lose her." I said. Donna looked at me. "And why is that?" She asked sarcastically.

"I was there for Erin when you pulled the stupidest shit. I've cleaned her wounds that you've caused, many times, I witnessed her drink because of you, and I watched her nearly cry herself to fucking death because you don't give a shit and her dad died." I said.

"I'm in here, because I had a heart attack. It's not the drinking that has me like this." She explained. "No, it's just that your a shitty mother, with or without alcohol." I said. She didn't say anything after that.