All In The Name Of...

X-Mas In Hell: Part Two

"What the fuck do you mean, he's been shot?" Physically, I felt numb, unsure of how to react, but mentally, I couldn't stop spinning. I also realized that I might have been being rude to the doctor on the phone with me, but that didn't matter; Vince did.

Sighing, the doctor ignored my choice of words. "We haven't gotten the story together yet, but he had been coming down for Christmas and got shot coming out of his hotel. What we've learned from his wife was that after he'd spent most of the day with his family, he was coming to see you and your family... We've had someone else call her to come down now, but until she does, you're his emergency contact. How soon can you arrive, ma'am?"

Obviously, I felt bad leaving the entire group of people at my house, but I'd have to get over myself. "If I rush, about fifteen minutes. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Evidently, I hadn't noticed the group of people now watching me on the phone. "I need to go to the hospital," I announced, letting the others stay silent. "Vince was shot..." I felt another rush of numbness go through me as I said it out loud. "And you-" I looked at Vince's three ex-band-mates- "if you have any respect for him, you'll come with me." I grabbed my purse and keys, leaving Axl to deal with the guests. It was rude of me, but it was also the east of my problems.

I made it to the hospital in a solid seventeen minutes, and broke a shit ton of traffic laws doing it. There were a few paparazzi people outside the hospital, but they had been kicked out, much to my satisfaction and ease. When I did get inside, I was more anxious than ever. The last time I'd seriously been in the hospital for a friend was Vicky, and before that, Nikki Sixx.

"I'm h-here to see Vince N-Neil," I spoke up to the receptionist shakily, partly because I was worried and partly because I was already out of breath. It was one of the disadvantages of being pregnant, even though I wasn't that far in; I was always a little more tired.

The nurse calmly nodded, noting the horror on my face. "Sign in first, ma'am, and then he's in room 502." I did as she asked, doing my best to catch my breath, and then used the elevator to make it up to Vince's room. 

Everything smelled like bleach, much stronger than it would have been were I not pregnant. All the walls were that bleak off-white, and it left an unsettling feeling in my chest. Resting my hands on my stomach, I nervously made my way over to the room When I walked in, no one was in there, and I assumed Vince was still in surgery.

After a few minutes, a doctor actually came in. "Are you Mrs. Rose?" he asked politely, and I nodded. "They told me you'd be here. Mr. Neil is still in surgery, and even afterward, he'll be tired. I assume his wife will take over when she arrives in a few hours, but until then, you're speaking for him." I internally groaned, knowing I'd have to stay until Sharise arrived; it wasn't that I minded staying, but Sharise didn't exactly like me, nor did I like her.

"Until then, though, I have a detective who'd like to talk to you?" He said it in an almost questioning tone, as if he wasn't sure why I'd be the one to talk to. I nodded again, not really wanting to respond. He nodded back, and a few minutes later, the one person who I'd been seeing way too often strolled in; Detective Vathers.

Sighing, she pulled up a chair next to me. "It seems as if we can never see each other on good terms, hm?" She tried to chuckle, and I knew she meant well, but I didn't have the heart to laugh back. "I have to be straight with you," Vathers admitted as I stared at her, "I have a particular hunch that it was your stepdad, although I'm not sure yet. 

"What I would recommend, since I doubt you want to leave your house, is that you at least tell all your friends to be careful, especially since some of them aren't exactly the smartest." Again, I should have laughed, but I didn't. Suddenly, I felt so exhausted, and so fucking guilty.