James had just finished a show, the buzz of it all still hitting him as he talked to his bandmates, he felt amazing - until some roadie came up to him to tell him important news.

You had been taken to hospital.

James just ran, getting in any taxi he could and getting to the hospital you were at, anxiously telling the driver to hurry the fuck up.

He had a fight with a nurse telling him he couldn’t see you cause he wasn’t next of kin. Next of kin my ass. He made it to you in the end.