wild side || tommy lee / motley crue

12. jealousy

04/10/1982

I wake up on the bathroom floor with my head pounding. My body is in excruciating discomfort.
My vision is blurry and I'm feeling severely lightheaded. I could hear loud banging on the door and someone shouting from behind it.

I sat up and got on my legs, standing up while holding on to the faucet counter for balance. I quickly drank some water from the faucet as my mouth was drier than the sahara desert and looked in the mirror.

Holy fucking shit.

I looked dead. Like genuinely dead. My face was paler than ever,  pupils dilated with intense dark circles underneath my eyes. I attempted to run my hand through my hair just out of confusion but stopped halfway because I could feel something cold and wet.

I reached my hand in front of me and it was covered in blood. Crimson red blood. I must've hit my head hard on the floor while collapsing.

"Hello!? Get out of there!" My focus finally shifted on the voice calling out to me from behind the door.

"One second!" I yelled back, quickly rinsing my hands with water and drying them.

I opened the door to face Tommy.

"You've been in there for an hour at lea- holy shit, are you okay?" He asks me, his previous statement being cut off.

"I'm fine." I sigh, trying to keep myself conscious.

"No, Val, seriously what the fuck happened to you?" He asks me, concerned.

"Tommy, I'm okay." I try walking past him.

He grabs my arm aggressively and turns me around, setting both of his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm not fucking stupid, Valentina. What's been going on with you?" He asks me.

"Tommy, right now really isn't a good ti-" I try telling him but he cuts me off;

"I'm getting seriously worried about you." He tells me, disturbed by my state.

I start to lose consciousness and I genuinely think I'm on the verge of dying. Tears filled my eyes.

"Please help." I manage to whisper out, feeling a tear roll down my cheek right before I fall forward and pass out.

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-Tommy's pov-

She falls onto me and I catch her right on time.
"Val?" I say, distressed out of my mind.
Is she fucking serious?

I check her pulse and it's so slow that I can barely feel it. I pick her small frail body up and rush her to my room. I gently set her down on my bed and stand there for a moment, not sure what to do.

I hurry to Mick's room, finding him fast asleep in his bed with black shades on.

I walk over to him and start shaking him, attempting to wake him up.

"Mick, man I need your help." I state.

"Jesus fucking christ, morning Tom." Mick groans.