From the lights to the pavement

From the van to the floor

From backstage to the doctor

From the earth to the morgue

Judy listened to those lyrics while waiting at the hospital. It was a song on her iPod, titled Desert Song. It was preformed by My Chemical Romance, one of the many bands she and Johnny talked about on that faithful day. She was lying on a couch in the waiting area of the emergency room. Johnny could be dead for all she knew, the hospital could be talking to their manager, calling Johnny's parents, whoever they were… She was the only one who bothered to come to the hospital, the girls didn't know him well enough to come and the guys were too drunk to show up. She was the only one who cared enough to show. He had fans, but like security would let them come here. It was about three in the morning, she was the only one in the waiting room. She tried sleeping but couldn't.For the first time since Catholic school she shut her eyes and prayed. Oh Lord, I know that Johnny wasn't the best person, he cursed and swore and all that but please…have mercy on him. He wasn't perfect but he doesn't deserve to die. I know that I haven't prayed to you in a while, but I'm sorry. I will never drink again, nor party, oh God… Judy was suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. It was a doctor.

"Are you Ms. Judy Nails?"

"Actually my real last name is Taylor. But yeah I'm Judy."

"Well, I'm Dr. Nelson and I'm here to update you about Johnny." Judy started bawling. "Don't worry, he's not dead."

"Oh good!"

"But…he's in a coma."

"Oh God…" Judy felt like her heart sunk into her stomach.

"Well, when he wakes up, he really owes you one. If we hadn't come when we did, he would be dead."

"What's wrong with him now?"

"Well alcohol poisoning for the most part. And if he drinks any more I'm afraid that his liver is going to fail."

"Have you told his manager?"

"Yeah I just got off the phone with him, nice guy really. I can take you to go see Jonathan."

Jonathan? "yeah I'll go see him."

Dr. Nelson led her up to room 204, and there he was, lying on a white bed in a room all by himself. He had an IV plugged into his arm, and a machine monitoring his breathing and his heart.

"When he got here he needed a machine to breathe, but now he seems to be doing fine by himself. But, I can't tell you when he'll wake up. It might be a few days, a week, months, maybe even years. I doubt it will take that long."

Dr. Nelson left and Judy approached him. He looked very pale. Judy stroked his hand and saw his arm band. NAME:NAPALM, JONATHAN S. SEX: MALE DATE OF BIRTH: 4/16/1973 HEIGHT: 6' 8'' WEIGHT: 123 POUNDS. EYE COLOR: GREY. Well…that's just about all I need to know about 'Jonathan.' Judy pulled up a chair next to the bed. She stroked the side of his face. She saw a scar that ran down the side of his head. Probably from Plum.

The next day, things were less peaceful. Head Plates' manager flew over, and so did Violet Eyes' manager. Talks were made about finding a replacement guitarist…and maybe even a permanent guitarist. The headlines on VH1, Fuse, and MTV were all about British Rock Star, Johnny Napalm, in a coma at a Newark hospital, after a wild drinking binge. While talks were made, concert arenas' were notified, and disappointed and worried fans were noticed. After a few hours, the two managers had to leave to send emails and make calls. So the only people left in the small room was Judy, Izzy, Axel, and Gunner. Judy still sat next to the bed, Izzy was sitting on the couch, Axel was looking at the chart on the head of the bed, and Gunner was looking out the window.

"Jonathan S. Napalm. What does the S stand for anyway?" Axel said as he looked at Johnny's chart.

Izzy looked up from his cell phone "Sweeney, I think."

"Hey have you guys noticed that there are…like…a lot of reporters outside?" Gunner said this as he looked out of the window.

"Huh…"Izzy closed his cell phone, "I don't know…man I'm hung over."

Judy couldn't take this anymore, "Look, why do you guys even show up anyway! Johnny is in a coma and you guys couldn't care less!!! Don't you realize that he may be one of the greatest guitarists that you have ever been on stage with and will ever play with again!?" By now Judy was screaming.

"Look Judy, calm down." Izzy stood up off the couch.

Her face was red, tears were coming out from her eyes. Soon she was in full tears. Everybody knew that Judy was no crier, she only cried when someone died, and Johnny was pretty close to dead. She started cursing and she even threw the clipboard toward Izzy, after that it didn't take long for the boys to leave. Judy buried her face into the hoodie she wore last night and started to bawl. She dried her eyes and looked up at Johnny, and after all of the screaming, Johnny was still stuck in a never ending sleep.