Love On Display

He eventually lost them and stumbled to the ground, gasping for breath, tears careening down his cheeks. He wiped his hand over his face, grimacing as his fingers came away sticky with blood. He curled into a ball, shivering as the rain pounded down relentlessly on him. He was still tired, cold, wet and hungry and top of that he was now aching and had a pounding headache. Another series of coughs left him shaking and gasping for breath. Moving into a sitting position he brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He was definitely getting sick; the coughs, the shortness of breathe, the shivering, and he was positive he had a temperature. Despite the cold and the rain, he was damp with sweat.

He sighed as the sun started to rise and he could get a good look at his surroundings. He knew he was utterly lost, but couldn't help but feel as though he recognised his surroundings. He frowned and took another look around. He'd definitely been here before, but when? He furrowed his brow and tried to remember. Richie… he'd been here with… Richie lived around here somewhere!

Feeling slightly stronger, Jon rose shakily to his feet and wrapped his arms around himself as he stumbled forward, determined to find Richie's parent's house. He wandered away from the industrial section and into the residential area, heart feeling lighter as he recognised his way.

Daylight had almost fully broken and he grinned as he recognised first the street, and then the Sambora house. He sighed weakly, coughing again into his hand, mucus coating his fingers. He wiped his fingers on his jeans and was just about to ring the doorbell, when darkness beckoned him and he slid into unconsciousness, collapsing in a heap on the doorstep.