Alex's POV
The door flung open, and Mick, Keith, Charlie, Bill, and Brian all rushed in only to find me laying on the floor, beside my bed, crying.

"Alex, what happened? Are you ok?"
Brian asked as Bill picked me up.

Is all I managed to do was cry.

"Did you fall out of bed?"
Bill asked as he brushed the hair out of my eyes.

I nodded with tears streaming down my face, soaking Bill's shirt.

"Are you ok baby?"
Brian asked.

I shook my head no.

"What hurts? What hurts Little Guy?"
Bill asked.

I held my arms out to them.

"His arms look ok."
Brian said lifting, and examining my arms, and hands.

I rubbed my head, and continued to cry.
Brian came closer and asked:
"Baby, what hurts?"

"My, my head."

"Oh my god Bill! I think he hit his head! We gotta take him to the hospital!"
Bri shouted.

"Here, I'll go get his jacket, and shoes."
Bill said handing me to Brian.

Bill put my boots, and jacket on, and they practically ran down the steps. My tinny hand clutched some of Brian's shirt as I held on. Brian still holding me as I cried over his shoulder. He rubbed my back, desperately trying to calm me down.🏴