First Love | James Hetfield

Alive

1983

Bea and Logan entered Annie's room while the other two went into James' room. Beatrice already felt tears pooling over her eyes at the sight of her friend in this state. "I'm so sorry." She whispered after pulling a chair closer to the bed and sitting next to her. She spoke a few more soft words to her before excusing herself for a much needed bathroom break. Logan took his cousin's seat and placed his hand in Annie's pale one that had different monitors and machines connected to it.

"Shit.." he said, slumping his shoulders and resting his forehead on the edge of the bed. Even after hearing the nurse's words, he was still losing a bit of hope.

That was until he felt her hand squeeze his. He jerked his head up and stared at her with wide eyes.

She gazed back at the boy, and for a split second she saw James. She saw James' blue eyes. James' blond hair.

Shit, James!

Her eyes widened and she let go of Logan's sweaty hand.. gross... and tried sitting upright only to shout out in pain and flop right back down. "Woah, easy." he said.

"Hetfield." Her voice was weak and broken. "What?" He furrowed his brows.

"I need Hetfield." She immediately cringed at the way her words sounded. "Where is he? Is he okay?" She asked.

"Okay, hold on a minute.." he said. He was a bit hurt at her words. She needed James. Not him.

"No! Where is he?" She urged. He sighed heavily in defeat. "He's just in the other room." He ran a hand through his hair.

"Tell me- is he okay?" She said, growing impatient with him.

Just then, the door opened again to reveal Bea, who stumbled back when she saw Annie looking back at her. Annie swallowed thickly as Beatrice slowly walked in.

She bolted toward her but was careful of her injuries when she planted kisses all over her cheeks and held her head in her hands. "You're-" she spoke between kisses. "So-stupid."

Annie eventually pulled away and held her hands. "I know, I know." She looked down. "And... I'm really.. really sorry-" she gulped. "About the car." She looked up at Beatrice's horrified face with an amused expression on hers.

"Oh..." she widened her eyes and plastered a smile on her face. "No problem!" She chirped, waving her off and stepping back. She'd get mad later. She was just glad Annie was okay.

"Is Hetfield okay?" She asked for what felt like the hundredth time again. "I don't know. I haven't been in there yet." She said. Logan just shifted awkwardly in his seat as he began feeling out of place.

"Well fucking go!" Annie urged, shooing her away.

"Oh- okay, okay!" Bea held her hands up in defense, leaving the room and knocking on James' door, smiling when she heard laughter coming from inside.

"Come in." A muffled voice said through their laughter. She opened the door and looked at James with a content smile on her face, entering the room fully.

"You good?" She spared him the full on attack when she noticed he was clearly fine as he was sat up in the bed with his legs dangling off the side while he sipped on a coke, dressed only in boxers and long white socks, with of course a chunky white cast on his right arm.

"I'm good." His voice was low and strained, a bit like Annie's was. "Good." She nodded. "That's good."

"Go ahead, yell at me for taking the car." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not gonna yell at you." She shook her head. "Not now, at least." She added. Kirk and Cliff snickered from the chairs against the wall.