Hi! I know, my chapters is getting short. But its two reasons for that:
1) I like to hold the readers wondering what is going to happen.
2) I havent been able to write any new chapters, so i have to make them short to keep going with uploding.
- I know how iritating it is to start reading a fanfic that is so good that you cant putt it away and when the most interesting part is starting the fanfiction is over. I hate it, so ill try to make this one not ending like that :D
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I was scared, and I think it was easy to see. I knocked on the door and walked inside. "How is he doing?" I asked one of the doctors inside. "We don't know yet. What are you doing inside here? Its not allowed for fans to come inside!" He was on his way to take me out again, but I refused to let him throw me out. "I'm not a fan, or yes I am a fan, but I'm also a friend. Just ask Bill!" He looked at me and took a deep breath. "What are you planning to do?" The doctor looked at me as I was going to kill Tom. "I will try to save Bills brother from dying of course!" he nodded and left me alone. "I need everyone to go outside for a moment!" I said loudly to al the doctors and nurses in the room. There wasn't any questions, they just did what they had to do and walked out.
Bill sat outside in the couch and stared at the door. Suddenly the door opened and nurses and doctors walked out. "What happened?" Bill ran over to one of them. "There is a girl in there trying to save him. We have done everything we can, and it does not look good…" Bill fell down on the floor. He held around himself and let the tears ran down his cheeks. Georg got up and sat down in front of Bill. Georg didn't say anything; he just putted his hands around Bills shaking body.
"Tom!" I sat down on the chair next to his bed. "You can't do this to us!" I wanted to cry, but I can't do it. Not now at least. "What would happen to Tokio Hotel if you die? You are Tokio Hotel, you and your brother, Georg, and Gustav!" I took his hand, it was still warm, but at the same time cold. "Tom, think about your fans. What would they do if they don't see you smile at the stage? The sexy guitarist with his warm smile…" I stroke his head; it was weird to do it. I don't know why, but it felt so wrong. "TOM! Come back to us! If you don't want to do it for your friends, fans, or band, do it for your brother! He loves you and care about you. Tom, do it for Bill!" when I said Bills name, something happened. I saw a tear slowly flow down from his eye. I smiled for my self and took his hand. There, a slowly movment in his arm. A pulse! "HE IS ALIVE!" I yelled of joy and happiness.
I heard a voice; I don't know where I came from. I didn't remember it, but I new I had heard it before somewhere. The voice said my name, "Tom…" I felt so lonely here in the dark, "where are you!" I tried to say, but nothing happened. I tried again and again, but there wasn't a sound leaving my mouth. I herd the voice say something more, but I didn't know what. Then, one more time it said my name, and… when I heard it I was choked, I couldn't do this, it was so hard. I couldn't leave him. I needed him and he needed me. I started fighting the darkness and the drowsiness.