Chapter 117

A couple days later Kim was standing at the side of the stage while the band was just starting their encore for their fourth show at the Meadowlands Stadium.

“It’s gone be a short one. Wanna go backstage already?” Matt asked her.

“Nah, I think I will watch this one and then go back.” Kim smiled when Jon whistled at Tico to start ‘Glad all over’.

“One, two…One, two, three, four…” he yelled and started jumping around on stage in his way too tied black jeans and a red sleeveless shirt that showed his tats.

The song wasn’t half finished when Jon made a lunge with his left leg and grabbed his calf in pain. Kim gasped in shock and grabbed Matt’s hand.

“Shit! What happened?” Jon’s brother wondered.

“I think he tore his calf muscle.” Kim whispered.

“Are you sure?” Matt asked shocked.

“I hope not.” She answered and watch Jon trying to move around on stage.

He was clearly in pain, but didn’t miss a beat or stopped singing. She could see him testing how much weight he could put on his leg, but after a while it seemed to sink in that this was more than just a cramping muscle.

He was limping around on stage and touching his calf over and over again. David watched him worried from his keys and tried to figure out what happened. He wasn’t taking his eyes of Jon hoping for a sign from his frontman to let him know how he could help.

Finally David turned to the backstage area and told them over his mic that Jon would need help. Kim turned on her heel immediately and started rushing backstage.

“Get a wheel chair or anything he can sit on, he shouldn’t walk.” Kim instructed Matt and Paul when she rushed pass them. She stopped at the kitchen area.

“Juliana, I need crushed ice…fast,…. Jon got injured.” The older woman pulled open a drawer from her freezer and handed her some freezer bags with ice.

“Thanks.” Kim hurried back to Jon’s dressing room.

“You think, he needs to go to the hospital?” Matt asked while pushing an office chair past her. He knew his stubborn brother would never sit down in a wheel chair.

“Yep, get a car ready.” She said and pulled the bench, on which Jon always got his massages, from the corner. When she had just prepared everything, she could Jon hear over the mic.

“My calf muscle just blew out.”

She grabbed the ice and rushed back to stage, hoping he would get off now, but he wouldn’t, but planned on starting ‘Living on a prayer’.

She was close to get up and tell him to stop, but Matt only shook his head at her. Kim closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was simply hard for her seeing him in pain.

Richie walked over to Jon and asked if they really wanted to continue. Jon only nodded and it seemed he was listening to some of the backstage radio chaos, because he nodded several times when Obie voice could be heard.

“I’m old what can I tell you……but I’m still good looking.” Jon joked on stage and Kim nearly broke down in tears. If he would just stop walking around. He was leaning heavily on his white mic stand when the intro started. Kim never wanted a show to end faster than today.

When Jon finally introduced each band member to the audience everyone backstage started to relax a bit, soon the show would be over.

After the final bows Richie and David helped Jon down the few steps into the backstage area. He winced at every step he took.

“What’s that?” he asked grumpy and pointed at the chair.

“Sit down, Jon!” he took one look at Kim and knew he was in major trouble when he wouldn’t follow her instruction. She grabbed his left leg as soon as he was sitting, held it up and pressed the ice against his calf.

Jon cursed when the cold spread through his leg, but didn’t dare to pull away. Just a few seconds later they were at his dressing room and David and Richie helped him to get up on the massage bench while Kim still held his leg and pressed the ice to it.

“Get out!” she told everyone when Jon was laying down.

“Do you need any help?” Richie asked, but got shoved out the door.

“I will need your help in a few minutes to get him into the car, but right now, I need you to leave.” She closed the door and locked it.

“What’s your plan, honey?” he asked with a smirk on his face. She just shook her head and removed his shoes. He winced when she gently removed the one of his left foot.

“I’m pretty sure you wanna wear something else when we reach the hospital. And I think it’s necessary you put on underwear.” His eyes wided when realization sunk in.

“You think it’s that bad?”

“Jon, I think you can be very lucky when you won’t need surgery.” He paled visible.

“I won’t cancel shows.” He said demanding. She sighed and gently ran her hand through his sweaty hair.

“How about we see how bad the damage really is, ok?” she said softly. He nodded grumpy.

“Here, take some.” Kim handed him some painkillers and Jon gulped them down with some water.

“Ready?” she asked after opening his jeans and pulling it down to his calf. He swallowed and nodded. Kim raised his leg and pulled the tight jeans off.

“FUCK DAMMMMMMITTTTT!” You could hear his curse well through the door.

Kim checked his calf and winced when she spot a bruised swelling. That didn’t look good.

“What do you think?” he asked her through clenched teeth when she helped him put on some underwear and one of his short jogging pants.

“I think this looks like a Grade 3 calf tear.” He looked at her confused.

“Sorry, that means that probably 90%, if not all, muscle fibers are ruptured. I will put on a compression bandage now, we will continue to ice it and keep it elevated on our way to the hospital.”

Jon watched her wrap the bandage around his calf and tried not to scream in pain.

“Kimi…” he sound scared.

“I’m not a specialist, Jon. Let’s get to the hospital and find out for sure.” She opened the door again and managed to roll him out to the car with the guys help. Jon gulped when he saw the open backdoor and wondered how he should get in there without using his left leg.

“David, go around, crawl inside and grab Jon under his arms, pull him slowly in. Richie lift him at the hip and his RIGHT leg. Jon make yourself as stiff as you can. I will hold the left leg.” Kim took charge again.

He cursed when his friends pulled and pushed him onto the backseat, so he could lay down again. When the doors were closed he looked up at Kim who was cradling his head in her lap. They hit a bump and Jon screamed, because he was stupid enough to flex his leg against the movement.

Shocked Matt looked into the rear-mirror. His stubborn, hard-headed big brother had tears in his eyes and looked up pleading at Kim. He turned his attention back on the road when she leaned down to kiss his brother deeply and tried to distract him from the pain.

Note: If I'm not mistaken this is one of Bayaderra's concert pics. Hope you don't mind me using it. ;)