My Little Rae of Sunshine

Track 11 - Life After Death

The funny thing about heroin; the first time you do it, you throw up. You feel sick, you can't move. You lay on your back and your head spins and your body flips and jolts. You say to yourself, 'This is the stupidest drug ever.' I mean, only the down of the down would ever do this again.

In the waiting room of Cedar Sinai Hospital, James, DJ, and Rae clung to each other, their eyes swollen from tears and their hearts heavy with anguish. The weight of the situation pressed upon them, threatening to break their resolve. They whispered prayers and exchanged comforting words, finding solace in their shared support.

Time seemed to both stretch and compress as they waited for any news about Sixx's condition. Minutes felt like hours, and every passing second was a painful reminder of the fragile thread that connected them to their friend's life.

Finally, a weary-looking doctor emerged from the double doors, his face a mask of exhaustion and empathy. The band members rushed towards him, their eyes filled with desperation and hope.

"Doctor, how is he?" James asked, his voice trembling.

The doctor sighed and ran a hand through his dishevelled hair.

"It was touch and go for a while," he began, his voice laced with weariness. "We managed to revive him, but he's still in critical condition. We had to administer multiple doses of naloxone to counteract the effects of the overdose."

Relief washed over James, DJ, and Rae, mingling with a renewed sense of determination.

"I won't sugar-coat it," the doctor continued, his tone grave, "his body has endured significant trauma from the overdose, and the road to recovery will be long and difficult. We're doing everything we can, but it will depend on his own strength and willpower."

"We'll be there for him every step of the way," James declared, his voice filled with resolve.

"He's in the intensive care unit for now. He needs rest and monitoring. You guys should go home, too. We'll call you when his condition is ready for visitations."

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December 24th, 2007—Christmas Eve

As the next day dawned, Sixx slowly opened his eyes, his surroundings still hazy and unfamiliar. He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and regain his bearings. The memories of the previous night's events flooded back, but a fog of confusion still lingered in his mind.

How had he ended up in the hospital?

And why did he feel such a strong urge to escape?

Gently, Sixx shifted in the hospital bed, his body feeling weak but surprisingly free of pain. Determination ignited within him, fuelled by a desire to find answers, and regain control of his own destiny. With no time to waste, he resolved to remove the tubes and escape undetected.

Cautiously, he reached for the tubes connected to his body, his hands trembling slightly. Each movement brought a mix of discomfort and relief. With a determined grimace, Sixx carefully pulled out the intravenous lines, disconnecting himself from the machines that had sustained him.

His heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and apprehension as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet touching the cold hospital floor. He took a moment to steady himself, adjusting to the sensation of standing upright once again. The room seemed to spin for a moment, but he pushed forward, determined to escape the confines of the hospital walls.

Taking slow, deliberate steps, Sixx made his way toward the door, his senses on high alert for any signs of detection. The hospital corridors were quiet, with only a few nurses and doctors passing by in the distance. He knew he had to move quickly and blend in with the busy hospital environment.