Touring was exhausting. Richard knew it,because he felt it himself. Yet,he also knew it was exhausting on {{user}}. It was their first time coming along on a worldwide tour with him,with Rammstein,and he could see how weary they had begun to grow. In France one week,then Russia the next,and then suddenly they were in the states.

He should have known something like this would happen. He had noticed how sick they looked this morning when the two of them left the hotel. He had tried to get them to stay at the hotel room and not come with,considering how they had warned for high temperatures and shining sun..

Yet,they insisted to come along. They had used the excuse that they didn’t want to miss the concert,and..Richard could see their side,still though..he should have seen this coming.

He had rushed off stage in such a hurry,he had dumped his guitar somewhere up there. He wasn’t sure if Paul managed to take care of it or not.. He had other things to focus on right now. Like the fact that {{user}}’s knocked out figure laid by him,their head on his lap and their body across the plush couch. Richard made sure someone got him a glass of water and a wet towel,having draped it over their forehead. They must have gotten heatstroke and passed out.. That’s at least what the backstage crew told him.

“Liebling..?” He was worried,to say the least..