**** Andrew's POV
It was morning already but Nate was not at his house since 9:00 PM and he brought his car with him so I was alone at his place. I invited Nattie, Will, and Emily to stay and they agreed... In the morning, I decided to tell the three of them about Nate's condition. The whole band must know about this except for Jack who sucked himself in Europe, he must discover on his own. Sulene came over together with Aaron, Nate's pianist and Ryan, Emily's boyfriend.
"Dost. Where's Nate?" Ryan asked.
"I don't know... He was not here since evening. Guys, I need to tell you something but this will be a secret, the band, Nate's accompanies, and Nate himself."
"How about Jack?" Emily asked.
"Never mind that motherfucker!"
"So, tell us about it then Andrew."
"You see guys, I saw Nate came out of the hospital 3 days ago. I sat on the passenger seat when he saw me and he told me about his condition. Those headaches are not normal.."
"What not normal?" Will asked.
"Is something wrong with Nate?" Nattie asked.
"What's his condition?" Aaron asked.
"Guys, Nate has Brain Tumor and I kept on changing my mind if we continue this shit Nate told us. The album was done and we need shows but Nate is not okay."
"You're right Andrew. But, Nate's a spoiled man... He gets what he wants." Sulene said.
"But not this time... I will call Steve and cancel our shows for a while."
My phone rang and checked on the caller ID... Hospital? God! Nate again!
Hello... Is this Andrew Dost?
Yes, may I help you?
Ah... This is Doctor Patrick from the hospital and my medics saw a Nate Ruess around 11:00 PM last night and they brought him to the hospital. According to Doctor Thomas, the patient has brain tumor and in this accident, car accident... He was hit right on the head.
Then, where he headed?
He is on komo, meaning comatose.
What?!? The fuck! Tell me that is not true bitch!
Sorry to say Mr. Dost but it's true. I gotta go and check on some patients.
"What's wrong with Nate?"
"Guys, we need to cancel our show."
"But Nate's a spoiled man."
"Will, how can we handle our show if the lead singer itself was on... komo, meaning comatose."
All of them dropped their jaws and grabbed their own keys, headed to the hospital where Nate was. He was on the ICU, dying... on comatose.... This is all shit happened to the band now! Nate needed us, his family, his closest friends and his bestfriends... Me and Sam.
In the hospital, I called Libbie, Nate's sister and told her about Nate's condition.
Hello.
Hey Andrew. What's up?
You mean What's down... Look Lib, you need to get to the hospital and check on Nate.
You mean, right now?
Yeah, right now. I have some bad news for you.
What bad news?
