I woke up and looked around. I then looked at the bed and noticed the person was in it was in a bad way. I looked over and found a plague doctor looking at me.
"What happened?"
"I am Omega. The stage collapsed and we tried to dig you guys out. Your friend has a broken wrist, hand, broken hip, broken leg, punctured lung, and punctured heart. He is on the transplant list for a new heart and lungs."
"No."
"The tour was cancelled. Wait you was told what happened to your friend"
"No, I wasn't. What have I done?"
Omega handed me a picture and I looked at it. "I took it when you wasn't looking."
I looked at the picture. I saw Richard kissing me. Wait we switched back. Richard why? I failed. I started to cry.
"Why, Richard?"
"You switched back?"
"Yes."
He left the room and came back with all the members of both bands. "Tell them."
"I am not Richard. I am Paul."
"How?" Asked Till.
"I think it was this."
I showed everyone the picture Omega took last night. They all were shocked. I know I was. We all were in the room when a doctor told us Richard was being transferred to Berlin.
"We are going with you guys. We are not leaving you in this difficult time." Said Papa Emeritus III.
"Thank you." All us from Rammstein said at the same time.
I was in the waiting room with both bands when Richard was having the transplants. I didn't like this. I felt bad all the fights we got into. I wish that never happened. I hope he made it. I was having really bad flash backs. I left the room and went for a drive. I needed to.
I had went to a place me and Richard used to go. I sat down and was thinking about everything that has happened. I got out my pictures. I was looking at them. They were of times when me and Richard were friends.
Now what had changed. I knew if he made it I was the last person he wanted to see. So, I sent a group text and seen were life would take me.
I got a text he made it. I was happy for him. I went to my house and tried to forget everyone.
