This Pressure Is Overwhelming

Chapter 8

Kyle POV:

After Dan passed out in the crowd it was madness.

I immediately jumped off the stage and ran towards the direction I last saw him.

Dick was yelling into our earpieces trying to figure out what was going on, none of is answered though, we had no idea.

I finally made it through the crowd where I saw Harry, the guy who holds the mic cord, and a particular girl who was about twenty three or twenty four and was holding Dan's head steady and holding his wrist. I'm guessing to check his pulse. She looked up at me, she was still counting under her breath, but stopped for a moment to tell me to 'call an ambulance'.

I nodded and like on autopilot I rung the emergency services. They asked me questions that I don't remember answering, all I know is that an ambulance is on it's way.

I notice that throughout that phone call the security started leading people out while a few were standing by and guarding around Dan.

"Dude, what happened?!" Woody ran to us.

I just shrugged my shoulders, I had no idea. He was fine just a minute ago.

"Is he on any medications?" The girl suddenly asked.

"Uhh, yeah," I spoke up, "he's been taking some for anxiety."

"Has he had any history of fainting or getting migraines?"

Again I spoke. "He hasn't ever fainted like this, but he was complaining of a headache earlier today." I said remembering a conversation we had this morning.

"Drinking lately?" She asked, still looking him over.

"No, I don't think so. He's not suppose to drink alcohol with these meds."

"He's not bleeding anywhere...circulation is good....breathing adequate..." She was saying under her breath. "Has he eaten anything recently?"

"Yeah he-" I cut myself off. "...Actually he only had half a pizza slice and a small breakfast. That's all I can remember seeing him eat."

She nodded her head, I noticed by this time all the fans were gone and it was just the crew and the rest of the band.

Suddenly a uniformed man and a woman rushed in with a gurny with blue and red lights flashing behind them through the doors.

"Hi, my name's George and this is my partner Rachael, can you tell us what happened?"

The girl who was looking Dan over answered most of the questions, I filled in every once in a while, but not with much.

"Okay, can we take your friend to the hospital?" I knew they asked out of courtesy, but I already knew they were going to take him anyway. So I gave the okay and they quickly loaded him on to the stretcher and threw on some oxygen.

They rolled him away and we all followed.

"Does someone want to ride along?" The lady, Rachael asked.

Dick quickly stepped forward and turned back to us. "Meet us at the hotel, I'll call you with news."

Like hell we will!

The ambulance drove off, leaving us in the dirt.

"What just happened?" Will asked.

I think we were all in shock. He was totally fine just a hour ago! How did he go so downhill all at once?

Woody spoke up. "Let's go to the hospital."

The band nodded while the rest of the crew said they would pack everything up, which I'm very grateful for. Woody called a taxi for us and it said it would be there in a few minutes.