Please stay

Paul

I was standing and the next minute I was in intense pain. What happened? I could hear Richard say that help was coming and I could hear the doctor say something about me being shot twice. It didn't look good.
I felt Richard. I could hear Schneider and Till. They all sounded sad. All of a sudden I felt weird. I started shaking.

I heard Richard. I lost time and he was talking threw tears. "I don't know if you can hear me or not but, there is something wrong with your brain and your going to have another surgery to fix it."

It was awhile later. I still never woke up I am trapped in my mind. I could hear Richard.

"You had fifteen seizures. The surgery seems to have worked so, far. Please hang in there."

I could feel his hand on mine. But on the other side of me I felt someone else. They had my other hand.

"Please, hang in there friend. Richard doesn't want to loose a husband and I don't want to lose a close friend."

It was Schneider. My close friend. Him and Richard were crying. I knew I had to fight. They needed me. I also heard Richard playing a guitar. I heard my guitar stopped the third shot. It sounded like mine he was playing.

He never does that. He doesn't even like to play a Les Paul guitar. He is really upset. I wish I could tell them I am here.

Four months went by and my lungs healed. I could hear them talking. I could still feel Schneider had one of my hands and Richard had the other. I tried to move both hands they were shaky.

"Richard, I think he moved his hand."

"I know I felt it."

I was able to open my eyes a little. I could see them. They didn't know I was watching them. I then opened my eyes the rest of the way. They looked away and was looking at each other. I watched silently.

"I know you are a good friend to both of us Schneider."

"Thank you."

They both looked at me and realized I was watching them. Richard went to get a doctor who checked me and said I was better. The doctor said that I might have to relearn things. I realized that I couldn't feel my legs. I was then told about the fourth bullet that was in my back near my spine. I was hit three times. The doctor started the discharge papers. I was told that I might be able to walk again and then again I might not.

We were on our way home and we went to a restaurant. I found the whole band doesn't know.

"Richard, Schneider, how do we tell them?"

"Finally you speak. Leave it to us."