Silvia ended up helping Lorna to find accommodation for the rest of the crew at a small, decent inn a couple of streets away. Back to Jo's room, they found Deborah was already on the phone, making call after call to arrange an air ambulance that could take Sean and Sam back to LA as soon as possible.

Ron came in with the nurse bringing the patients' dinner, and told them about the growing number of news crews and fans outside the hospital. Tim and the hospital director had talked to them, but the reports doubted the well-being of the musicians, because none of them had been seen after the accident. Internet was spreading those rumors like fire, and #RIPNoReturn was about to trend on Twitter.

"I asked Jim to join Tim, but he pretty much kicked me out of Sean's room."

Silvia noticed that all of them turned to her and frowned, especially when Deborah tried a nice smile. She sighed.

"I'll try to convince him," she said. "But he can't show up like he is, with all his clothes dirty and sprayed with blood."

"Did you retrieve our luggage from the crash?" Deborah asked Ron.

"Yeah, I sent all of it to the hotel." Ron saw the way she raised her eyebrows. "I'll get his stuff," he said, and hurried out.

Jim had hardly moved since he'd sat by Sean's bed. He looked up when the door slid open, ready to punch Ron, and relaxed again when he saw it was Silvia.

She circled the bed to crouch down before him.

"How is he?" she whispered.

He shrugged. "Alive, if you can call it that."

"Listen, Jay, people are worried, and suckers on the news are speculating that maybe you're dead."

Jim muffled a scoff. "Ron sent you."

"I sort of volunteered. I saw your fans praying in tears outside the hospital, and I know how your followers all over the world must be feeling right now, with all those rumors and nothing to deny them."

He breathed deep, about to refuse, and sighed with a tired nod. Before leaving the room, he approached the bed to check on Sean. His brother was still asleep.

At the hallway, Jim looked down at himself and grimaced. "I can't show up like this."

"I know," Silvia said. "Ron's bringing you clean clothes, and you can wash at the restroom by the nurses' station. Need any help with that?"

He tried a funny smile that made her shake her head and chuckle. "If only I wasn't so sore," he said, poking the tip of her nose, and looked around. "Where am I supposed to go?"

"Come, I'll show you."

Silvia felt a chill when he grabbed her hand to start down the hallway. They made a quick stop right past the nurses' station, at the room where Liam and Walt were hating their hospital dinner, while Tom ate their jellies like a child.

"I can wash here," said Jim.

"Okay, I'll bring your clothes," Silvia replied.

"And some real food, please," begged Walt.

"Yeah, I'm starving," said Jim.

"Be good boys and I'll see what I can do," Silvia said.

She'd noticed the way a young nurse had looked at Jim when they'd walked by, so on her way to Deborah's room, she decided to try her luck. Bingo. The girl was a fan of the band and worked the night shift. It took her about ten seconds to accept to changing Jim's bandages in the musicians' room.

At Deborah's, Silvia found a neat pile of clean clothes ready for Jim. She saw the slacks and the white shirt and looked up at Ron, frowning.

"What's this? I thought you were bringing Jim's clothes."

Ron tried to ignore the muffled chuckles from Deborah and Jo. "They haven't brought his bags yet."

"Please, bring his duffel bag to Liam's room as soon as you get it."

"Meaning he said yes?" asked Deborah before Silvia left the room again.

She shrugged and nodded, already walking out.

"How does she do it?" murmured Deborah, her eyes on the closing door.

Jo gifted her with a little smile. "Jim knows she would never ask him for anything for herself or just because."

On her way, Silvia waved the young nurse over and brought her in to the musicians' room, carrying a small cart full of bandages and creams. The poor girl almost passed out when Jim came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his hips, and Silvia had to glare at the other three to keep them from laughing out loud. She still recalled perfectly what she'd felt the first time she'd seen him like that.

Jim pretended to ignore the nurse's gasp and the way she blushed, and looked around. "Clean clothes?"

"On the way," Silvia replied. "Let's change your dressings first."

Jim sighed. "Okay." He sat on the vacant bed, where the nurse was preparing her things from the cart. "Dinner?"

"When you come back," Silvia replied, heading out.

"Where are you going?"

"To see where's Ron and make sure Tim has everything ready for you downstairs."

"Dude! She's worse than Deborah!" said Walt, chuckling.

Jim shook his head, smiling. "Not in a zillion years," he replied, and grunted when the nurse tightened the dressing she was wrapping around his ribs.

"Sorry," the nurse muttered.

His smile was straight from his meet & greet catalog. "It's okay, I'm fine."