+Chapter Twelve+

   I felt like I was choking. The tears streamed down my face as I waited to see what happened. We were all sitting patiently in the waiting room as Lance got operated on. I sat there in my blood stained clothes just waiting for them to finish. The rest of the guys were quietly sitting there. Justin was crying, Chris seemed too be to shocked to even cry, JC was crying, and Joey was crying. His parents were getting a plane to come to Florida. I didn't know when they were going to be here.
   "I can't take it anymore," I sobbed standing up, "I've got to know what's happening," I started to walk to the front. When someone's arms went around my waist.
   "That's not going to work. Nothing will, we're just going to have to wait," JC said to me as I turned around and cried, hugging him.
   "JC, I can't take it any more. When will they come out here?" he sat me down on a seat and kneeled in front of me looking at me.
   "I don't know, soon I hope. Very soon," his voice trailed off those words. He got up and sat in a chair.
   About an hour went by before the doctor came out. "Hello, are you here for Mr. Bass?" he asked us.
   "Yes," I stood up quickly.
   "The surgery went by fine. He's being checked out right now. You can go to his room when the nurse comes in about ten minutes," he said as I cried, "I don't know how well he's going to be. He was shot twice. One that just scraped his side and another that came an inch from his heart. That's what's wrong, because of his heart murmur. We're not sure of how his heart will react to the bullet hitting him there. Right now we can just wait."
   I started crying more as I heard the doctor say that. There was no way I was going to let him go. I sat down in the chair, put my head in my hands, and started to cry harder. I cried so hard that it was hard to breathe, I thought I was going to choke to death. JC came over and hugged me, "it's ok, I bet he'll be fine," he told me that, but I wasn't sure if he was true. It sounded more like JC was trying to convince himself everything was going to be fine.
   "You can go in now," a nurse said to us, "he's in room 12."
   I practically ran to the room. What I saw made me cry more. He was hooked up to IVs, a heart monitor, and tubes in his nose to help him breathe. I sat down by his side, "come on Lance, wake up." I said as I saw the other guys crying.

Chapter 13