Living Like A Runaway

Poison

A/N: I know, I know, this is a filler chapter, ugh, but I promise that it's actually seriously relevant to the storyline. Hah. Ugh, I'm also sorry for the shortness.

Tommy and I rode in the ambulance with Nikki, while Vince made sure to tell my band where I was. Tommy, of course, was still kind of high, and I was a little bit drunk, but we managed to pull off the illusion of sobriety well enough for the EMT not to ask us anything about it; he was busy with Nikki, anyway. "Do you know if he had anything else in his system?" he asked us, putting in another IV. Neither of us wanted to rat him out for anything, so we just shook our heads.

Thankfully, we were put in a room immediately. "We're going to be pumping his stomach," the doctor told us after a bit of restlessness, "and we'll need you to at least wait outside of the immediate surgical wing." I was absolutely terrified. This wasn't just like some random person had an overdose. First of all, it was my best guy friend in the entire world. Second of all, he was unknowingly drugged.

As Tommy and I waited impatiently outside of the hospital wing, a policeman walked up to us, flashing his badge. "I'm Detective Brown, and this is my partner, Detective Vathers," he introduced, and both Tommy and I shook their hands. "Can you two explain whatever you know for now?"

Just then, Vince and Mick showed up behind us. "We got here as fast as we could with Vince's shit car," Mick told us, ignoring the cops. "Your band ain't here yet," he added, looking at me. "They said they'd be here soon, but... You know them."

"Are they also witnesses?" Detective Vathers asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Vince's eyes widened, a small smirk growing on his face as he stared at the detective's breasts; uh, what he could of them. I stepped on his foot, and he did look away, but he was so pissed at me. Well, it wasn't exactly the time, so I wasn't too sympathetic.

Mick, being the responsible one, shook his head. "Just the four of us here, ma'am."

"Start explaining, then," Detective Brown pushed us.

I went first. "Uh, I wasn't there till after the show, since I'd gone with my band, and we performed first. VInce yanked me onstage for a song, and I went backstage with them. We were walking, and all of a sudden, I turn around, and NIkki's passed out cold. So, we called an ambulance, and here we are."

Tommy was the only other one with an explanation that would have helped. "Well, we were backstage grabbin' some water, right? And he tells me that the water tasted funny, but hell, I didn't think anything of it. It had to be something to do with that, his uh, normal fix, wouldn't have kicked in three hours later."

Detective Brown was scribbling everything onto a notepad, and Detective Vathers glanced over at me. "It's the same backstage, Miss Starr. Would it be possible to talk to your bandmates, soon? I'm not accusing you, Stella, but we need to exhaust all of our options. Now, can you tell me about what your band was doing backstage before your set?"

"Well," I thought back, "Vicky was at the bar with her girlfriend, from the time we got there to our set. Trixie, Sonic, and I were all backstage, but I was actually with the boys- when Nikki wakes up, he can tell you, same as these three. I dunno where Sonic was, but Trixie was on the phone the entire time, you can ask the bartender, since it was the phone from the bar."

Detective Brown glanced at Detective Vathers. "I guess we should go back to the venue, then. See what anyone else knows with this new information." He handed each of us his card. "Meet me there, Vathers," he told his partner. "You should wait here for Mr. Sixx's side of things." She nodded, and then it was the five of us, just waiting for Nikki.

Eventually, a doctor came out, but he had no expression on his face. "Well," he told us, "You'll be happy to know that Mr. Sixx is going to be just fine, and although under the circumstances, I should be lecturing all of you about drug abuse, we seem to have a bigger issue on our hands." He seemed pretty annoyed, but in a way, I couldn't say I blamed him.