"It was now three days after the incident and Johnny still hasn't woken up." Ryan tried to reassure Judy, "There are a lot of fans that want a show, Head Plate already has a replacement guitarist ready, and we need to leave for New York."

"I know, I know, but it still feels wrong to leave Johnny alone at the hospital."

"I see what you mean, but there's really nothing we can do about that."

Judy looked out of the window of her bus. The weather was sunny out, too sunny. "Okay, when do we leave?"

"Well…today." Judy let out a sigh "Let me go to the hospital and visit him. Then I'll come back and we'll get this show on the road."

"Okay, I'll let Scott know. And Judy…"

Judy zipped up her hoodie and turned to face Ryan, "What?"

"Don't get you hopes up. His Blood Alcohol Content was almost four times the legal limit. He may never wake up."

"Well…be happy he wasn't driving." and she was off.

Judy made it to the hospital, and got a pass to go to room 204. The lobby wasn't as packed with reporters and sympathetic fans as it was two days ago. She made it up the elevator and entered the room. Dr. Nelson was writing down numbers on his clipboard.

"Hello there Judy."

"Hey Doc, how's Johnny doing?"

"Well…all hope isn't lost yet. His heart rate seems to be going up, but that isn't saying much."

"I've got to leave for New York today, so take good care of him."

"I sure will Ms. Taylor, besides my son is a fan."

Judy looked up at him, "Really? You never told me that."

"Well, he wasn't but after I told him about Johnny he started listening, and now he's a fan. He's fifteen and he wants an autograph as soon as he wakes up."

Judy smiled as she petted Johnny's almost lifeless head, "I've got to go." She leaned forward and kissed Johnny on the forehead. "Remember, Take good care of him." With that she shook Dr. Nelsons' hand, and headed out the door, with tears in her eyes. She walked down the hall and clicked the down button on the elevator.

"Judy!!!" She saw a panting Doctor Nelson running down the halls. "Johnny…," he stopped to pant, "Johnny is awake!"

"What?!"

"As soon as you left he woke up! Oh God it's a miracle."

"Well what the hell are you doing here! Go check on him."

Judy and the doctor ran down the halls, almost running into a nurse on the way. Judy kicked the door open with her leather boots and she was shocked to see Johnny, trying to sit up, and looking very confused. He looked around the bright white room, bewildered.

"Bloody hell, what did I do this time?"

"Well, Mr. Napalm, apparently you had a lot to drink a few days ago and you were in a coma."

Johnny's eyes got huge, as he turned to look at the IV in his arm. "Well that's a first."

"Judy, call your manager, and you might want to leave. I need to speak to Johnny privately."

For the next few minutes Judy was at bliss…that is…until she called Ryan and he started cursing about hot they're gonna have to reschedule so much more, post pone tonight's gig, and blah blah blah. She turned around and saw the door 204, she knew that Dr. Nelson was telling Johnny about how his alcoholism was shortening his life and about medical bills and crap like that.

As soon as he got back to the van, there was a Head Plate band meeting. Things seemed to be in order and both busses started again and headed for New York. None of the girls of Violet Eyes knew what was going on. Was Johnny going to have to go to rehab, was he going to be kicked out of the band, and how was Johnny doing anyway? Whatever those answers were, they were going to have to wait till they got to New York. They needed to make up some major time. But in the meantime, Judy sat in her bunk, took her shoes off and went to sleep.

Finally, they got to their destination. Judy got off the buss first and so did Johnny. Poor thing, he looks even skinnier than he did before. At least he isn't drunk. Following him was a very pissed off manager, Scott Tryvern.

"Okay, Judy, Johnny, we need to talk." he pointed toward their bus and the went in. They sat on a booth by the window. "Okay, Johnny why don't you inform Judy on what's going on."

He sighed, "Okay, the doctor said that I need to get sober. He recommended that I go to rehab but we ain't got time, so…he recommended the 'buddy system.'"

Scott interrupted him, he was obviously not happy "what that means is that Johnny needs to find someone sober to hang around with. Someone who'll keep him from drinking. Of course, no one in this bus has been sober for over three days at a time, and you would be a good role model. After all you do seem to care." Judy felt herself sink in the seat. "before each concert you will stick with Johnny, and after the concert you will stay with Johnny. Okay?"

"Sure," Johnny looked over at Judy. He seemed to be smiling. "I'll stick with Johnny."

"Good, now Johnny, if this happens again…"

"Yeah yeah I understand. You'll kick me out of the bleedin' band."

"Okay, now I'm going to go back to Jersey. Behave yourself." With that he left, slamming the door on the way out.

"Man, what got up his ass and died?"

Johnny let out a chuckle, "He's just pissed, that's all, don't blame him really. I've been tanked before."

"Johnny, if I'm gonna be your buddy I'm really going to have to get a British dictionary."

Johnny Napalm laughed again, "Look if you want to learn British slang, I can teach you all the bad words. I did spend most of me young years in East London."

Judy leaned her elbow on the table, "What was it like?"

Johnny began telling her his many tales about when he was a young rebellious teen in the 80's. How he ran away from home at nights to play guitar at seedy night clubs. His run ins with the coppers, street fights, his first rock concert, his first tattoo, and his first mohawk. That continued for the next few hours.