(1 Year Later.)
KEVINS POV
"Thank you everyone! And good night!" I said to our amazing audience.
As we made to walk off the stage, the lights went out.
BANG!
The lights come back on. Our fans started screaming and pointing behind me. I spun around and say Nick lying on the floor. He had been shot. I ran to him and Joe and I carried him off the stage. Our dad called and ambulance who told us to put pressure on the wind until they got there. At this point Nick was unconscious.
About 10 minutes later the ambulance arrived and put Nick on a stretcher.
"Do you want to come in the ambulance? The woman asked me.
"Yes."
After 15 minutes, we arrived at the hospital. They rushed Nick to surgery and I sat in the waiting room. Mom, Dad, Joe and Frankie cake and when they saw me, they bombarded me with questions. I was about to say I didn't know anything yet when...
"Jonas?" We turned to see a doctor. "Nick has just came out of surgery to remove the bullet. He is still unconscious and is needing machines to measure his heart rate and support his breathing."
"Can we see him?" I asked.
"Of corse you can," he said "right this way."
Joe and I rushed into Nicks room. He looked terrible. He was deathly pale and he had all these machines around him. Joe and I sat down in the chairs next to his bed and just watched. If it wasn't for the beep of the heart machine reassuring us, he could be dead. I looked over at Joe, who was muttering, " Please wake up Nick. Please." All of a sudden Nicks eyes began to flutter. He was waking up.
"NICK!" We both yelled. "You're awake!"
"Nee shit Sherlock!" He joked "What happened?"
"It was the end of the show and the lights went off. We heard a bang. Next thing we know, you were in the floor with a bullet wound in your stomach." Replied Joe. His voice sounded hoarse from crying.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Nick had gone into cardiac arrest.
