Being a Rockstar's Girl.

Earth is Waiting to Eat Us Alive.

Twiggy borrowed my phone and called Marilyn. "Man you need to get outside we are on the way, go outside now." His words were spilling out so fast you couldn't understand him. Twiggy put Marilyn on speaker. "What? Twiggy, calm down, what's wrong?" Twiggy looked at me, I saw the worry in his eyes. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Stormy jerked the phone away from Twiggy. "Marilyn? It's Stormy. Twiggy and I were dancing at Night Shade and Nikki went to the bar, she said the bartender looked familiar, but at first she didn't recognize him. After she had a drink, she went on the dance floor, where she realized she couldn't breathe, her throat is closing up. Now, she recognizes the bartender, the one that put poison in her drink... Marilyn, the bartender was Edgar.

Marilyn stayed quite. He didn't know what to do. "Get her to the hospital, don't listen to a damn thing she says, just take her to the hospital now." Twiggy nodded. "I'm sorry Marilyn." "I know Twiggy. Just get her to the hospital, I'm on the way now." Marilyn sounded like he was crying... he hung up. I was fading in and out of consciousness. Whatever this was, it wasn't just closing my throat, it was shutting down my brain. I just kept remembering that Marilyn was basically crying, it broke my heart. By the time I could focus, I realized we were at the hospital. I went to get out of the car, everything was blurry, Twiggy came around and helped me inside. He finally let go and signed paper work while they began to take me back to a room. My legs got heavy and I felt my body fall. Stormy grabbed my arm, but not on time. "Nikki!" I heard three voices yell, Stormy, Twiggy and.... Marilyn? Everything went black.