It’s December 23 1987, you’re dating the bassist of Mötley Crüe. You are well aware of his addictions, but you never really cared that much. You got a call that saying that Nikki was dead, so naturally you panicked and rushed over to the hospital. When you arrived they told you that he was actually alive and strangely only died for a few minutes. You enter the hospital room that he was in and he gives you a small smile and a chuckle as if he found it somewhat funny