Bandmate ||Ricky Garcia||

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I'm pretty sure Vanessa's slobber was by now dripping down her chin, but I wasn't about to let a  half drunk girl into the hospital. I made sure to lock the doors behind me. Peyton parked a few spots away from me, and my legs sprint to that main door. I hear her call out my name to wait, but the only thing on my mind is Ricky. 

The glass doors zip open and the jingle of Ricky's keys scream louder than the sirens out in the night. A thousand eyes stare at me and the man at the reception gets up circling around the desk. ''Ma'am are you okay?'' He clenches my shoulder pulling up my weak body.

''I'm fine. I'm looking for Ricky Garcia. He should have come in a while ago.'' I look up at him but he's staring at my bloody clothes. When he's finally convinced I'm not the one with problems he goes back to his desk.

''Garcia, you said?'' The glow from the screen shines against his caramel skin. I nod to him, yes and his fingers move. Behind me I hear heels creep up walking to stand next to me, her black hair is wild and her nails tick at the marble. ''Oh yes. He was sent to emergencies  3 minutes ago. How are you related to the patient?''He asks me. 

My throat dries up, my tongue twists.'' I'm his uhm.. girlfriend. What will they be doing to him?'' She snickered behind me. I would laugh too, but in all technicalities, I am the girlfriend, his girl. 

''It seems they'll be stitching up his wound, followed by some blood transfusion.'' He tells us.

''When can I see him?'' Peyton asks now. The guy looks between us probably comparing us too. 

''Not for a while. A doctor will soon come out with information. Please take a seat and if you ladies have more questions or concerns please ask.'' Peyton and I- well just me actually, thanked him and we walked to the waiting area behind us. 

Flashes of blood streaming into his palm send shivers down my bones. Please God keep him safe. My breathing stiffens with the shaking of my heart at a constant beat. Peyton crosses her leg and goes through a Cosmo magazine. 

 "Audrey look!'' Her voice perks out and I look up in hope to see a doctor, but instead, she holds up the cover. I roll my eyes, ''Audrey I'd let you know this was a really hard shoot. The water wouldn't cooperate.'' She talks to herself about her bikini being too tight since I'm too busy, not caring. ''Well I'm going to the bathroom brb.'' She waves off and the air clears up.

I can just picture Ricky snapping at me, mad I brought her. But that right now that's the least of my worries. A slight breeze waves by when the door opens and in comes Emery and Jon along with Keta not far behind. 

''Guys over here!'' I call them over and before I could speak Keta wraps her arms around me giving me a quick hug, before backing up. 

''Audrey what happened? Where is he? Are you okay?'' They all ask at once. I look down at what they're staring at and just like the receptionist they were focusing on the dark maroon stains. There's a dry puddle that spreads from my stomach to my thighs and I explain how Ricky was resting on me. 

''A bottle?'' Keta asks connecting the pieces.

''Yes, he was trying to pull himself up and when he got his arm over ledge there must've been a piece of glass that cut him.  I guess when he fell down it just went deeper, I don't know!'' My teeth are tugging at the skin of my lips peeling off little sections. I blame the alcoholics and their damn bottles. 

''That would be a really stupid way to die. Knowing Ricky I would expect more.'' Emery says crossing his hands. I know he's joking and trying to lighten the mood, but it just stresses me more. 

''How long till we see him?'' Jon asks me after giving Emery a look.

''I don't know. I don't know anything right now.''