I woke up to find Till and a plague doctor in the room with me. "What happened?"
"I am Papa Emeritus III and I am a member of Ghost. You were on stage when it collapsed. My band members saw it. Your band member pushed you out of the way but paid a price. We were the ones that got you out of the remains of the stage. I will have to say you were the lucky one you only had to have 7 staples in your head. Your band mate was closed to being crushed."
Till got the doctor and I was released. Till and Papa III then had me go into the room Paul was in. I sat down next to him. I looked at him. He was a mess. I saw he wasn't breathing on his own. I saw there was a lot of broken bones. I saw another plague doctor.
"I am Alpha. He loved you. He did this because he couldn't see you get crushed. It had nothing to do with himself. He would rather you live as him then be dead."
"How do you know?"
"He told me how much he loved you before this happened. I found him crying. He cried on my shoulder."
"I see."
Everyone left but me. I sat thinking this should have been me. I was told Paul had a broken wrist and hand. It was the fretting hand, a broken leg, punctured lung, broken hip, punctured and heart. He was put on the list for a heart and lung transplant. This should be me. I got up and kissed him on the head.
"Paul, I love you too."
I then cried myself to sleep. I wished our fighting didn't go this far. I missed the days when we were happy. I missed when there was not this much hate and fighting.
