A kindhearted cowboy

On our way home

Miranda's pov

Jason finishes up a show. He walks backstage and waves to me. Then someone grabs his arm. He turns around. "Ok guys I gotta go." He says, trying to pull free. Uh oh. I think Jason's getting mobbed by fans! Someone grabs his guitar. He rushes back to us and we run to his bus. "Well that was a close one." He says, glancing out the blinds. "Has this ever happened?" He shakes his head. "Looks like I'm getting more famous." He mumbles, sitting down. I lay my head on his shoulder. "Thank goodness this is the last show. I'm exhausted." He says. "Daddy, what about your guitar?" He sighs. "I've got more." Sierra climbs into his lap, laying her head against his chest.

Jason's pov

I rub her back as she falls asleep. "I love you daddy." She whispers. I love that she says this but it makes me feel even worse after what Mike said. He's wrong too. I love this little girl. And to think I almost didn't take the chance.

~flashback~

While I was onstage, I kept noticing a woman sitting at the park. I wonder if she can hear the music. I wonder if she's a fan. After I get offstage, I walk over to talk to her but I notice she's talking to a kid. This just got a whole lot more complicated. Maybe I should just not even bother her. I turn around to leave but something in my gut is telling me to talk to her. Mike calls me. I am so torn. What do I do? "Come on dude time to go!" He calls. I'm gonna talk to her. "Just a sec." I say, walking over. "Hey ma'am."

~flashback over~

I'm pulled from my thoughts by Mike calling my name. "What's.... Huh?" I mumble. Then I realize I'm lying on the ground. "Oh thank God, Jason I thought we lost ya there for a minute." He says, sounding relieved. "What happened?" I choke out, trying to sit up but I can't. "The bus wrecked." I shoot up, striking pain through every inch of my body, making me cry out. "Where's-" "They're already on their way to the hospital." "Are they okay?" He looks reluctant. Oh no! "Please tell me they're okay." "Let's just get to the hospital." He says, sighing. Fear grips me so bad I can't even fight them as some EMT puts me in an ambulance. I groan in pain, my side hurting. "Dude what is wrong with them?" I cry, grabbing Mike's shirt. "What's wrong with them, man tell me now." Someone sticks me with a needle. "Ow, dang it what was...... That." I mumble, falling unconscious.