Patrick P.O.V.
I was fading in and out of consciousness.
I could hear sirens in the distance.
My entire body hurt so much.
And was that my name?
That was Pete, shouting my name.
I tried to move, but my body wouldn't allow it.
I needed to see if Pete was okay.
I opened my eyes and, once they cleared up, saw blurry flashing red and white lights in the distance.
Hey, I wanted to shout, please help me.
I couldn't stop shivering.
I felt so nauseous, like I wanted to puke my guts out, but couldn't muster up the strength to.
I felt throbbing, white hot pain shoot up my arm like lightning.
My head was pounding.
I felt a dull pain on the right side of my body where I landed.
That would leave a bruise.
For a moment, I considered just dying.
I hurt so much, I just wanted it to be over.
But then I thought...
The fans...
Joe...
Andy...
Pete...
Elisa...
Declan...
I can't leave them.
I needed to see my band again. My wife. My son.
I can't just leave them.
I mustered up all my remaining energy and a strangled cry for help left my mouth.
I waited.
I waited.
No one was coming, I thought for a moment.
Then I felt knees drop beside me.
That was all the assurance I needed.
"Patrick, oh man, Patrick. You'll be okay," Andy's distant voice said.
I felt needles jabbing into me and a mask placed over my face.
Before I fell unconscious, I heard Andy shout ,"Patrick, stay alive!"
I'm trying, Andy. I'm trying.
I let myself fall into the dark abyss that was unconsciousness.
