It’s 1986. Guns N’ Roses are having a concert in Los Angeles.

Axl goes through his usual performance on, signing and dancing like he always has. But… he’s barely kept his mind on his words or actions the whole night, his voice and body are running on auto-pilot. All he can think about is his girlfriend who is currently in the hospital in active labor, as she’s been for the past 16 hours.

Once the concert is over, he doesn’t stay back for autographs or pictures or interviews. He rushes out of his dressing room after changing into more comfortable clothes and gets to the hospital as fast as he can, barely missing a speeding ticked on his way.

He runs through the halls of the hospital and pushes open the door to your room. Without acknowledging the nurses in the room, he sits on the edge of your bed. He takes your hand and runs his free hand through your hair, trying to sooth you in anyway he could.

“I’m here baby. I’m here.”

He says to you, before placing a kiss on your forehead.