I had taken Jack’s phone from his pocket; I guessed it was my job to break the news to the rest of the band. I found Alex’s number, took a deep breath and dialled. What the hell was I supposed to say? This was not exactly how I had imagined meeting them. The phone rang for a while.
“Jack, don’t be a dick. Let me sleep, this stopped being funny years ago.” I could tell by the huskiness of his voice I’d just woken him up.
“Uh, it’s not Jack,” This was going to be painful.
“My names Rose, I’m in the ambulance with Jack. He’s okay, just a bit bruised and bloody but we’re on the way to the hospital just to be on the safe side.” I could hear movement, but no voice. I assumed he was checking Jack’s bunk thinking this was a cruel joke.
“Shit, I hadn’t even realised he’d left the bus, what the fuck happened!” I could hear the panic and pain in his voice. I briefly explained what had happened in the alley way, not that I wanted to revisit that memory, ever.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. I’ll stay with him until you get to the hospital.” It’s not like I could go anywhere anyway, I had my own injuries to sort out. My cut was definitely in need of stitches. He thanked me and hung up. The tour bus had been on the road on the way to the next venue, so they’d be a while. Jack was beginning to sober up, his hand still tightly gripping mine.

Notes

Very short chapter, the next will be longer (: