The Path To Heaven Runs Through Miles Of Clouded Hell

Part 12

The paramedics put those weird shocking things on dans chest. they tried that a few times. it didn't work.

"I'm sorry for your loss"

"No! keep trying!"

They kept trying until finally his heart started up again (even when your fire runs out will you start it up again we are fallen. sorry I just had to sing that😃)

His eyes were still closed but he had a pulse. they took him in for surgery to take the bullet out. it took a while. I waited in the waiting room.

My phone started vibrating.

"Hello?"

"Aja hey how's dan?"

"Alive, he's in surgery right now"

"Thank god! the police took charley and I'm on my way to the hospital"

"Ok ill see you soon, bye"

"Bye"

I waited for a while longer and Wayne finally arrived. he hugged me.

"How are you?"

"I'm just glad he's alive. I don't care what conditions he's in I just want him alive" a tear ran down my face.

"I know Aja he'll be fine don't worry about it. he's a tough guy"

"Yeah I know. when it comes to heartbreaks he's an expert! when he's the one getting hurt then he's weak" I said jokingly, desperately trying to lighten the mood.

A doctor came out

"Family for Dan Reynolds?!"

"Right here! how is he?"

"He's very lucky to be alive. he might have some memory loss because the bullet hit a nerve that leads to his brain and it damaged a part of it"

"Like how much will he not remember?"

"I don't know he'll maybe have forgotten from here to let's say 4 or 5 years ago"

"Thank you can we go in to see him?"

"Not now. you need to wait at least another 6 hours to see him I'm sorry"

"Thank you" I turned around and sat on the couch.

Daniel hugged me "he's not gonna remember me"

"I'm sure he will"

"No! he won't! it's all my fault that he's in this mess! if I hadn't came into his life then he would still be healthy and touring right now! he would have never done drugs and became an alcoholic! I'm screwing up his life!"

"No your not! he loves you more than anything! he'll do anything for you!"

We waited for six hours until they told us we could go inside to see him. finally a doctor came out.

"You can see him now"

We all followed him to the room. we all went in and sat on the couch.

He looked dead. I stopped the doctor before he left.

"He's not dead right?"

"No he's just pale because of all that blood he lost, it'll take a few days for him to get back his strength"

"How long until he can tour"

"What?"

"He's in a band so how long till he can tour?"

"Oh um well how long has he been in the band?"

"Almost 6 years"

"Oh um ok then he'll remember his band but I'm not sure if he'll remember that he was touring. I'm not sure he'll remember anything"