I Miss You

Richard

I woke up to find three people sitting next to me. Two were sleeping and one was awake. What happened? I realized I had a mask on. I looked up to see the person who was awake. It was Emil. He was looking at the bed next to me like the first time.

"Emil."

He got up and got the doctor. He unhooked me and released me. I went into the bathroom and got changed. I came out and looked at the two sleeping. I realized it was my kids. I woke them both up. I hugged them told them I was ok and was released. I sent them home and told them I would see them soon. I then followed Emil.

"I am sorry Richard that we had to tell them to sedate you. You had a reaction to the medication. I feel bad. You see he had a transplant. He is here but we didn't know if it worked or not. You were in a accident. That is what it was a accident."

I just sat down and cried. I couldn't take it. I then got up and walked home. I had a lot of thinking to do. I then walked into a store and got a pair of headphones. I hooked them to Paul's cell phone. I started listening to his music. I then was halfway home when his phone went off. I looked at it. It was Pix.

"Hello, Pix how are you?"

"Your not Paul."

"He is in room 490. He was in a really bad car accident. I was in the accident with him. This is Richard Kruspe."

"Is he ok?"

"Sadly, no. I blame myself."

He hung up and I got another call from Oliver. "Hey, Paul."

"Oliver, how are you?"

"Richard, how are you?"

"Bad, Paul is in room 490. He is fighting for his life do to me."

"What happened?"

"Car accident. He was in the accident with me."

"I am sorry."

He hung up and I finally made it home. I was thankful. I went into my house and laid down. I then fell asleep listening to Paul's music.

7 months have passed and everyone else had healed. I got calls on Paul's phone from everyone looking for him. I told them where he was. There was no change. He was here though. He had brain activity. I finally got into his car and looked into it. I looked into the glove box. I found a letter addressed to me.

Richard,
I forgive you for the way you treated me. You will always be my friend. I wish I had a chance to tell you in person. Your also too hard on yourself. Don't be so hard on yourself."
Your friend,
Paul 🙂

I cried so hard. I went into the house and grabbed my acoustic guitar. I put key in the ignition. I drove to the hospital.

I went to room 490. I saw Till, Schneider, Oliver, Flake, Arielle, Lilli, Pix, Alexx, Jaxx and Emil I went close to the bed he was now the only one in the room and they gave more room for visitors. I realized Rammstein and Pix brought instruments. We started to play songs. We then saw Paul's brain waves go everywhere. He could hear us. They at first only showed a little. We all looked at each other.

"I think he can hear us." I Said.

"I think your right." Said Emil.

After everyone left I stayed. "Please stay we do all need you. I miss you Paul."

I then left and went home. I sat and hoped he would make it. I felt bad enough about this.