Nothing Else Matters (Klars)

James

-James's POV-
It was a rainy Saturday morning and I was sat comfortably on my soft, cozy armchair. Francesca, Castor and Cali were sat on the sofa beside me.

We were all watching some depressing show about sick people.

"Can I change channel?" I asked, and Fran passed me the TV remote.
I flicked through the channels slowly, searching for anything mildly interesting.

All of a sudden, as I was scrolling through the news channels, I heard Kirk's name.

"... guitarist of the legendary metal band, Metallica, is being taken to the St.Nothing hospital as we speak.(A/N lmao ik they wouldn't normally say which hospital he's being taken to but just go along with it k?) The police have also checked his car for weapons, but found cocai-" I turned the TV off and immediately dialed Lars's number.

"Hey man! We need to get our ass down to the St. Nothing hospital right NOW! " I yelled into my mobile phone. My voice was shaky and my heart was beating abnormally fast.

I didn't say a word to my wife or kids as I ran out of the door and into the car and sped off to the St. Nothing hospital, still on the phone with Lars.

-"James?"

"What?"

- " What happened?"

"Kirk." I was speaking in monosyllabically*, without paying much attention to what I was saying.

-"What happened to Kirk?"

"Death" I hoped Lars would understand what I meant by that.

- "Death? But isn't he in the hospital? " Lars sounded extremely baffled.

"Not death!" I shook my head, "Near death!"

There was an uncomfortably long silence after that.

After what felt like 70 years, Lars spoke again.

-"I'm on my way. Should I call Rob?"

"Yes."

Lars hung up.

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30 mins. Later:

When we arrived at the parking lot in front of the hospital, we had struggle through a massive crowd of paparazzi- they were yelling questions at us and snapping picture after picture.

Eventually we made it past them, entered and went straight to the reception.

"Where is Kirk Hammett?" I shouted at the lady sitting at the desk.

>"I'm sorry sir, Kirk just got here about a half hour ago. He's not taking any visitors." The annoying lady replied in her high pitched voice.

"I don't give a fuck, we need to see him, RIGHT NOW! " I shouted even louder, determined know where my friend was.

>"Sir, Please, calm down. Kirk is not ta-"

"WHERE THE FUCK IS KIRK?"

The lady finally gave in.
>"Room 420".

As soon as she said that I began running up the stairs that led to room 420 at lighting speed, with Rob and Lars right behind me.