CHAPTER 8

I watched as Jon laid in the bed Dorothea laying it on the line with him. He either had to tell her the truth or she wasn't doing anything for him. I had told her as much as I could knowing he would be pissed but this was his wife. She deserved to know what the hell had happened on this tour. Hell she could tell just how bad this tour was just by looking at her husband. Jon was so thin you could see his cheekbones and his hands were thinner than I had ever seen them. The usual blue eyes of my best friend were faded and dark. He could barely talk and when he did you could see the pain in his face.

 

His voice was soft and tinged with pain. “Richie told you everything D.. I swear … I ate I just was too tired to eat a lot and ...” He swallowed I leaned over to give him a drink of water though he glared at me. He sighed “Doc hired a doctor to take care of me … okay … he was the one that injected me with the shit to keep me going I thought it was helping baby I swear..” He whispered.

 

"well it sure in the fuck didn't help you Jon … and I am not taking you out of here until the Doctor tells you that you are out of the woods... Jon how much do you weight...” She asked him. She held onto the hand by her side running her had over it her eyes watching his face. He looked over at me giving me that stupid stink eye as if he was telling me not to tell her. I shrugged at him she had asked him not me. “Jon I asked you a question...”

 

I looked at Dot I really didn't want to have this discussion with her hell my throat hurt like hell right now just whispering. When Richie dropped something in my lap. A pen and a piece of paper sat there. I sighed knowing I couldn’t get out of it now by claiming my throat hurt. I looked at her then at the paper she gave me that look that you just knew you either put up or shut up. I glared at Richie one more time then wrote the number on the pad handing it to her. It took me so freaking long to even write that stupid fuckin number. I could see her tense up when she read it. I knew that even with me in the bed she was going to blow.

 

“how the FUCK DID this happen Jon Francis!” she voice low and angry. “one hundred twenty five what the fuck were you thinking or were you not thinking … Jesus Chris Jon...” She shot to her feet. “are you TRYIN to fuckin kill yourself?” I winced with every word out of her mouth. She was beyond angry with me right now.

“D .. you need to calm down...” Richie's voice cut her tirade off and for once I was thankful he was there. 



Dot turned to look at Richie, the anger was very evident, she had passed the point of reasoning, "don't tell me what to do Richie Sambora, call yourself a friend, you let this happen to Jon, how could you stand by and watch him self destruct? what fucking planet do you live on?" 



Richie stood open mouthed, the last thing he expected was to be blamed for my condition. I tried to grab Dots attention but she was not looking and in full flow, I had to get her to stop shouting, I had to get her to see sense and stop blaming everyone else. So; I did what I had to do to get her attention; I pulled out my dialysis line, within seconds the alarms were ringing and Dr's and nurses arrived from everywhere. Dot immediately stopped screaming at Richie and turned back to face me.



"Jon what the fuck? you did that on purpose didn't you?" I weakly nodded my head, tears springing into my eye's, two reason's I hated seeing the stress and pain I had caused to my wife and best buddy, but also cos it hurt like fuck and I really regretted doing it. it was not a wise move as I learned. Once the line was put back in the Dr came over to talk to me.



"Mr Bongiovi, what did we tell you? huh, if you pulled out anymore lines we would put you back in restraints," turning away from me he spoke to the nurse.

"Nurse Hannah please get the wrist restraints, attach them to Mr Bongiovi, and more water too his pitcher is nearly dry". He then turned back to me.



"Mr Bongiovi we are not here to make you suffer; we are here to make you well, please understand that, I cannot have my staff running around in and out of your room only looking after just you, we have other seriously ill patients on this ward also requiring our attention. as for the restraints; you have no-one else to blame but yourself. think on what I have said Mr Bongiovi." finishing his last sentence he turned away from me and took D by the arm and ushered her out into the reception area to talk with her.



I laid there looking at the ceiling just trying to figure out how the hell I could make D and the Dr's understand and that all I wanted was to get out of this hell hole.


I looked across to Richie who came and sat beside me.
"Yo Jon, man that was stupid eh?, what did you do that for?"
I whispered, "to stop D shouting at you. Why did you tell her Richie, you knew she would react like this."



"Because you are seriously ill bud and Dottie is your wife, she needed to know. Jon, I swear man I did not tell her to hurt you, but she has a right to know. Jon the rule what's in the band stays in the band is ok regarding the band, but you could have died bud and I aint having that on my conscience."



I listened as Richie explained his reasons and deep down I knew he was right, but I still felt I had been betrayed. I could not listen to him anymore. I shut my eye's hoping he would take the hint and shut the fuck up. He did eventually. and rose and left the room and went across to Dot and my pop.  



So; I was alone again, and held ridged in bed going no where. I had no choice but to except my fate whatever it held, one thing was certain, I had to calm my wife down and talk reason to the Dr's if I wanted to get outta here, yes sir I was alone in my quest to leave the hospital, but I was a fighter and I would get my own way one way or another and at whatever the cost.