Chapter 8
(Nick's-point-of-view)
"Hmmm...." I moaned as I heard the hotel door open.
"Nick?" Brian whispered.
"Yeah?" I croaked.
"You okay? Sorry if we woke you up."
We? I lifted my head to see AJ at his side. "Hey, kid," he mumbled.
I lifted my head. "Why are you here?"
"I came to hang with Rok, besides Kev and Howie are gettin' a bit tipsy."
"Lemme guess....Kevin blames me?"
He shrugged. "You know Kevin... he'll never blame himself."
"True."
Brian turned to AJ. "Why don't you go catch some zz's?"
"No, I'm good."
"AJ, come on, you look a fright. Go get some sleep."
Typical. I have vomit and cry to earn concern of a bandmate. All AJ has to do is look tired. But I had to admit he did look tired.
"Okay, I'll just crash on the spare cot."
"Night, AJ," I sighed.
Brian turned to me. "How 'ya feeling?"
"Better. But I had a nightmare again."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he answered as his skin paled.
"Don't be, it's not your fault." I sat up. "Hey, Rok, did you hear me calling for you? It's not like you to not respond.
Suddenly, he appeared guilty and sickly. "You know, Nick, don't worry about that now. You just focus on getting some sleep. Chances are tomorrow morning won't be pleasant. Dealing with Howie and Kevin hungover will not be amusing."
-