14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

34. Rodeo

Izzy:

"Saul Hudson" I said to the woman sitting at the desk in the hospital.

Steven called me back a while ago and asked me to come to the hospital immediately. Despite asking several times he wouldn't open his mouth. Something is wrong, I can feel it. Anyway, I came alone, didn't bring Axl or Duff, if it's something I can manage I don't wanna go through their drama. Especially Axl's he has been getting a lot pissy lately.

My jaw dropped as I saw the sight. Are you fucking kiddin me?

"What the fuck happened to your hand?!?" I half screamed when I saw Slash sitting on the hospital bed with a broken arm talking to Steven.

They saw me. Slash lowered his gaze and let out a sigh before he started explaining.

He, Steven, and Nikki went to the bar earlier. And he like always he wanted to start a drunken fight except for this time it was with Sixx who was twice his size and ended up breaking his arm. Perfect Honey.

"You should have called the management. What do you think I can do about this? What is wrong with you man you know we are on our first big tour and that you NEED to play, first of the album isn't selling much and then you attract more trouble?!?" I asked him. I can't believe these guys.

He remained silent.

"What will we do now?" Steven asked slowly almost like he was scared that I would yell at him.

"What can we do? Well, he clearly can't play for the next six weeks. We have to find someone to fill in. Call management and let the other two idiots in the band know what is happening." I replied rolling my eyes.

Luckily after that, we were on break before Crüe goes to Europe again after New year.

The nurse came in and said we could leave now and he has to come in every few days to meet the doctor. Maybe we have to find someone to fill in or I should handle both rhythm and lead like Mick, but then again Mick makes those songs knowing he is the only one out there unlike us who made it clearly in a way that requires two guitar players.

o0o

Nikki:

November 2nd, 1987 DAY OFF,

Hotel, Philadelphia, 4:30 AM

Dear fucking Diary,

me again. Yep still alive, not dead......... yet. I fucked up. I do that all the time but this time things got a little out of hand. Mars and T Bone are both pissed at me. Looks like they are done with my shit. They told they will quit this stupid band if I don't stop using. When I gave her a shot of dope, I didn't think it would come close to breaking up this band. But then again dear diary this band isn't gonna last too long, what will they do when I die? Will they break up or replace me.

I feel guilty, I shouldn't have let her get high. I know what it is like to be hooked, and here I was trying to make my best friend suffer the same, I am a narcissistic piece of shit right?

Went to her room to apologize. My conscience wasn't letting otherwise. Made sure to go there when Mr. Cuntface left for a while.

She wasn't angry at me like the rest of them. She kinda blamed herself too. She asked me to stop. At least dope, she cares. She said she cares, and I know she means it. It feels good to know that someone cares for you. Maybe that's what I need, someone to keep me under control. Like Lita used to a few years back.

Anyway, I decided to take everyone's word. It's been twelve hours since I last used. I am soon gonna be dope sick and shitting my pants. But I deserve it. I deserve to go through that for the kind of asshole I have become.