Chapter 7

 

 

I finally got a hold of Dot the next morning and she rushed to Jon's side. His treatments were doing him a world of good the paleness of his face had started to recede and they were able to move the site to his arm. It was better as when it was in his neck there was always a chance of it being jarred or moved. It was hard seeing him going through this but we all knew it was something that had to be done.

She royally let me have it when she got there. Tearing into me for not contacting her the minute Jon was rushed here. No amount of telling her I tried would dissuade her. She had run into Alec before and he had told her some cop and bullshit story. Now she was in the room with Jon after his latest results he had been moved down to critical care instead of the ICU. He was still heavily monitored but was in his own room.

Once the dialysis started to work and he started to lose the paleness in his skin they started to only do it every four hours which was good as it let him sleep for some reason when they did it he kept watching it. He was also started on a liquid diet of broth and tea, nothing heavy and much to his annoyance someone even had to help him with that. Once they moved him to his own room the restraints were removed from his wrists. However, he was warned if he tried to remove anything they would be put back on by Pop shocking both me and Jon. Because Jon was now in his own room though heavily monitored we all were allowed to stay in the room with him. I sat on one side of the bed while Dot stayed on the other side. She fed him his liquid diet as he was far to weak to do it on his own.

He was finally able to talk slightly though it was only a mere whisper though it hurt and we told him not to do it. He was still fighting to leave the hospital I knew he hated it there knew he wanted to get the hell out. I hoped he didn't talk Dot into helping him leave. We could only wait and see.

 

"What took you so long to come see me Dot?, I feel like I have been here forever?"

"No one told me, then I ran into Alex and he told me you were here, Soon as I heard I came."

"Will you help me?"

"Help you with what?"

"To get outta here?" you can look after me right? at home?"

"It goes without saying Jon, you are my husband and of course I will look after you, but I am not taking you outta here until the Dr say's so."

"Please Dot, this is not doing me any good, I need to be at home with you."

 

I had to try, I hated hospitals and I hated being sick, everything they were doing here; we could do at home. I had to keep trying I had to get back home and outta this awful place, it made me feel more sick by being here, on top of, they treated me like a god damn kid.

 

"Stop Jon, I can't, you could still die, you are still seriously ill, I can't believe how much weight you have lost, babe you are skin and bone? just what the hell went on while you were touring?"

"Dot, I'm ok honest, look if you take me home I promise I will be fine, a few days and I'll be back to normal, I promise I'll start eating again, just take me home."

"What the hell do you mean you will start eating again?, Jon are you going to tell me what went on or do I have to go find out through the band?"

"it's a phrase, nothing more, of course I ate, but bouncing around on stage and stuff, sweating, its natural to drop a few pounds, I'm ok"

 

Out the corner of my eye I saw Richie look up to the ceiling and shake his head, unfortunately so did Dot. this did not bode well...

Dot turned away from me and spoke directly to Richie, I tried to attract his attention and shake my head, but he either saw me and ignored me or did not see. Either way he told Dot the truth and I knew I was screwed. My only saving grace was that Dot could not explode at me in hospital, but I knew the wrath would flow when I was well.... fuck... why did Richie have to tell her... he knows my feelings on talking about the band with outsiders, ok, I know Dot is my wife, but she aint part of the band and Richie had really pissed me off. If only I could talk normal, but fact was my voice did not exist beyond a whisper and it hurt like fuck.

Dot turned back to face me once she had heard the truth, although Richie left out something's they were minor, he confirmed I ate, but smaller amounts and that my weight loss was how I explained, the thing I never wanted dot to know about Richie told her... the steroids and ignoring Dr's orders, thank god he never told her about Doc McGhee. Finally with a fire in her eye's she spoke to me, her voice a low deep whisper to let me know how angry she was.

"Jon, has Richie told me everything?"

"I nodded.

"I don't believe you Jon, I know there is more, I can sense that Richie is holding back protecting you? Well I want to know Jon, and I tell you if you want to get home you better start spilling and telling buddy, or you can rot in this hospital bed. now shall we start again, what the fuck happened on this tour Jon?, and no bullshit I want to know all of it."

 

Shit, thanks Richie, nice one, how would I tell Dot, I tired reasoning, but it fell on cold ears and heart, yes sir, when Dot made up her mind she was ten fold more stubborn than I would ever be. there was nothing for it, if I wanted Dot to get me outta here I had to tell her the truth.