Runaway

Chapter 11

Both of you arrived at the front desk out of breath. You spoke first: "Hello, we come to see Richie Sambora. He's arrived not a long time ago, with one of our friends. Where are they?"

The lady nodded and rolled on her chair to catch a phone and started to speak.

It was the hospital who called you; apparently in Richie's wallet was a paper with two or three numbers to call in case of loss of it, or emergency. Jon's was on it.

You slowly found back normal breathing and glanced around; the emergencies were full. It's only now that you noticed that Jon and you were still holding hands, what you automatically did while running in the streets, to not lose each other in the crowd. Jon seemed to be thinking about it at the same time; you locked eyes for a moment and let go of each other, quickly watching in opposite directions to hide your cheeks.

"Mister Sambora? People who are there for-" When the nurse saw you, she bowed her arm to make you follow her. You were stressing a bit; you still didn't know what happened, where David – who was supposed to be with him – was and in what state you will find him.

You thought about what the guy said to Jon through the phone. He was bad enough for nurses to look into his wallet...

The nurse did lead you to rooms that were divided by curtains. You passed several beds; you tried to not look at people in it, but couldn't help yourself. You threw Jon a scared look.

The nurse turned to you: "He risks to not remember you, and speak slowly for his understanding. If we're lucky, he will be awake."

It took several seconds for you to process what she just said. He may not remember you? To speak slowly for him to understand?

If we're lucky, he will be awake?

Jon unconsciously pressed himself against you, and you could feel him straighten. The monotonic voice of the nurse dissented with what she said. She stopped before a closed curtain and turned to you. "Oh. Your other friend is here too."

David?

You didn't have time to think about it before she opened the curtain.

"Jon! y/n! My best friends!"

What was before your eyes was worthy of a fucking comedy.

Richie was in the hospital bed, a huge pad on his forearm. He opened his arms wide in a theatrical way when he saw you and wanted to get up, but the nurse came to him and prevented him to do it.

David was on a chair next to the bed, head against the wall and mouth opened. He was sleeping.

Richie took one of his bracelets that was on the table next to him and threw it at David's face.

"Mister Sambora, stay calm I'll-"

"DAVID! David wake up our friends are here!"

He seemed to emerge from a nightmare and threw you a surprised look. He put his hand on his head where the bracelet hit him. He saw it on the floor and bent to catch it; he lost balance and nearly crashed himself. He sat up and crossed looks with Richie; they both exploded.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

The nurse seemed to read your mind: "Your friends were found in the street near the city-centre by policemen. They seemed... agitated. They suspected drugs, of course, so brought them here before doing anything."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. David was head against the wall again and threatened to fall back in sleep. Richie was still laughing, alone now.