Josh's POV
It was dark, and cold, and there was sticking stuff, which I presumed was blood running down my face and pooling around my head. It was quiet and I was in pain, so much pain. I was about to close my eyes when I heard someone frantically speaking, and I guessed they must have been on the phone because they were answering questions that I didn't hear. My eyes were just about closed when I saw someone looking at me. Inspecting me, she was beautiful. Dark hair and pale skin, and eyes that were the colour of melted chocolate, but they looked pain, like she was scared, I didn't like seeing such a beautiful girl looking scared so I closed my eyes, and all of the noises stopped, her talking and the sound of the ever growing chatter of what I thought to be people watching the scene. Everything was black.
I could hear talking, so I slowly opened my eyes, only to shut them really face and wince in pain as my eyeballs were almost burnt out by the brightness of the light above me. It was like when you leave the brightness up on your phone and you try to read a message in the middle of the night. I slowly opened my eyes again, and it took a while for me to realise where I was. I looked to my right to see my best friend, and band mate max sitting in a chair next to my hospital bed. I was going to try and speak, but I realise there was absolutely no moisture in my mouth and my voice would come out hoarse and quiet, making me sound like I was ill. It looked like max had been crying. Shit. Was it that bad? Or had something happened at home while I was out? He looked up and saw me looking at him and he smiled like a lunatic. He looked kind of like a mix between the joker from batman and a hedgehog with his messy hair.
"Oh my god! You're awake!" he cried, while holding his slightly creepy and over happy grin.
"Yeah, I am. What the fuck happened man? How long have I been out?" I was kind of worried, what if they had to cancel shows because of this? We were supposed to be doing a show here in Perth soon, the last show of the tour. It was going to be the biggest, because we haven't played a full show here yet, we've only played with festivals.
"Ah shit, it was probably, like, 2 weeks? I don't know, I was kinda not really keeping track, we were so worried man. They said that there was a chance you were going to make it, but you're awake now!" he looked sad, and I felt sad. I missed the show, they had to cancel, or postpone, and surely we could reschedule it for before we head back home.
"Can we still do the show? Before we go back? We've never really properly played here, so I mean it would be nice," I trailed off because I realise I was rambling and I wasn't really making any sense to myself, let alone max.
"I think we can. It depends on when you're going to be let out of here, I mean you look a right mess, they might let you out for fear of scaring someone to death," max laughed at his own joke, and I would have laughed to, if it hadn't hurt me so much. Max left the room to tell the others and a doctor that I was awake, and my thoughts started to drift to the face of the nameless girl who called for help. I needed to find out who she was. I needed to see her again.