Obsessed

Morning

I was in my bed sleeping, and I couldn't even imagine the way I acted last night. I don't recall much of what went down last night, matter of fact.

I sit up and felt queezy. I ran to the bathroom and planted my face into the toilet bowl. The force was strong as I vomited. It was horrendous. My muscles were shaking from the trauma of my illness and my eyes watered. I felt so terrible. I could barely stand or move or speak. All I could do was listen.

"He was a maniac last night. He kept calling her name. I don't know what to do Eric." Fuck! She told Eric. I never told anyone, not even Eric about the 2 month affair with Jacquelyn.

"I'll go get him. We all need to talk about this." Jessica said. I heard her foot steps coming closer and closer. I felt dead, as I sat next to the toilet, still feeling nauseous.

"Bruno, you gotta wake-" She noticed I wasn't in the bed. "Bruno?" She slowly opened the bathroom door. "Oh my God." She gasped. She straddled me. "We've got to get you out of here." She attempted to drag me out of the bathroom. "Eric! Help me! Bruno's sick!"

Eric ran into the bathroom, and helped. As they pulled me out, they were trying to talk to me, but I found it difficult to speak. "Follow my finger." I couldn't give a response. "Jessica, call the front desk. Tell them we need an ambulance right now." Jessica ran out of the room, and I heard her panic.

I remember seeing Eric hovering over me, but he was becoming a blur. "Bruno stay with me man! Don't give up on me Bro!"
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I wake up in a hospital here in China. I had a pulse monitor on my finger and the oxygen tubes in my nose. I heard doctors speaking in their language in and out of my room.

"He's awake." Jessica said. "What happened?" I stuttered. "We don't know yet. No one here speaks english, so they're finding a translator."

The rest of my band mates came in the room. "Hey guys." I softly say. "We're so glad you're alive." Phil said.

A doctor came in and a woman in street clothes came in behind him. "Hello. My name is Christina, and I will be translating the cause of your admittion, your restrictions, and your healing process." She says.

We all nod our head. The doctor read the paper and began to speak. "He says, that you were introduced to a drug called Succinylcholine also known as SUX less than 12 hours ago." The doctor began to speak again. "This drug, paralyzes the muscles and those muscles include your lungs, which is why you passed out."

Everyone looked at me, as if I knew what the hell that drug was.
"Your doctor also said that the vomitting was caused from alcohol mixture. So he suggest that you stay here for a couple of nights, just to keep a close eye on you, and to flush out the foreign body, that has made its home in you."

Eric stood up, "But he has to perform tonight. We can't cancel!" Christina translated, and the doctor giggled. He spoke once again. "The SUX is not fully out of his bloodstream. If he goes on stage tonight he will pass out again...and he won't be so lucky then." Christina said and walked out.

"Dammit Bruno! I thought you left them drugs behind!" Eric asked. "I don't remember taking it." I shrug my shoulders. Eric stormed out the room and the guys followed. Jessica stood up and handed me my phone. "You don't believe me either?" I asked before she could say another word. "No, I don't." She walked out of the room, and from that moment, I had truly hit rock bottom. I was alone.