I woke up to find Till in the room with one of the Plague doctors. I saw they were talking. I was watching them when Till happened to look over and see that I was awake. He left the room.
"Hi, I am Papa Emeritus III. How are you feeling?"
"Ok, Paul and Richard how are they?"
"Richard, has seven staples in his head. He woke up and is going to be fine. Your other friend wasn't so lucky."
He told me what happened to Paul and I cried. I knew this was bad. Till came back and I was released as well.
"Why?"
"I am not sure. But, me and your band cancelled the tour. We are here for you all."
"Thanks."
"Your welcome."
He followed me to the room Paul was in and I saw Richard sleeping in a chair. I sat down and cried silently. Papa Emeritus III let me cry on his shoulder.
"I know he might not make it. Even if that was Richard I would still be this way. They are like family."
"I know. We couldn't sit there and do nothing that is why we tried to save them."
"I thank you."
I hoped Paul made it. It never should have got to this point. I miss when we were happy and there was no hating.
