I didn't know where I was or what happened. All I knew was that I was in pain.
Not wanting to wake him up, I tried to sit up as carefully as possible. That was a horrible idea because a surge of pain shot up my abdomen once again. I let out a soft whimper. Brendon pulled his head up from his resting position.
"Ryan?" He sounded relieved to see me awake. I rejected the idea of sitting up and laid back down.
"Hey Breny," I let a smile form across my lips.
"Oh thank God you're alright," he said with tears begining to appear in his eyes. "You scared me so much. I thought I was going to loose you." The tears escaped his eyes and began to fall to the sheets of the bed I was laying in.
"Shh don't cry," I tried to reassure him. I placed my hand on the side of his face and wiped away his tears with my thumb. "I could never leave you."
He kept crying as I removed my hand from his cheek. "W-what happened?" I was still unsure.
"Y-you were shot." More tears fell to the bed. "Some crazy fan brought in a g-gun and I guess security missed it." Well that explained the loud noise.
"Did they find him?" I asked uneasily. Brendon slowly shook his head.
"No, Ry. But I promise you we will. He won't get away with it." I could hear the anger in his voice.
"It's going to be okay, Bren." I tried to console him but he was still crying, not as bad. "Where's Jon and Spencer?"
"I told them to go back to the bus and get some rest. You scared us pretty bad, Ryan. You've been out for two days."
"Two days?" I asked, making sure I heard him right.
"Y-yeah. They had to put you under in order to remove the bullet." He shuddered as he told me. "You lost so much blood, so much blood." He dropped his head down and shook it a little, squeezing his eyes shut. I wanted to comfort him, but how could I? I was the one doing this to him.
"What about the tour? The shows?" I asked, coming back to reality.
"The shows? You are in the hospital and you are worried about the fucking shows?" Brendon's voiced tensed. I was a little shocked at his anger. "Sorry, Ry. It's just, I don't know what I'd do without you." I smiled at his comment.
"I wish there was some way you could tell me," he began.
"Tell you what?" I asked, sounding confused.
"When you see things. I wish you could tell me. It was supposed to be me on stage that got shot, not you." Tears started to form in his eyes once again.
"Bren, I couldn't have just stood there and watched you get hurt. I love you."
And with that, he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. I couldn't take the anticipation so I slightly lifted my head and forced my lips against his. When we broke apart, he gently climbed into the bed next to me.
I winced in pain as he tried to wrap his arm around my frame. "I'm sorry," he apalogized, removing his arm from my torso.
We stayed like that for a while. I was about to shut my eyes and fall asleep but I was stopped when I heard Brendon speak.
"Remeber when you asked me what I think about," he began. "When we play Northen Downpour?" I nodded my head and mumbled a yes.
"I-I think about us." He started again. I turned my head so that I was looking into his big, brown, puppy dog eyes. "I think of how we couldn't be together. I think of how much I love you and what would happen to me if I ever lost you." This time, I was the one to have tears in my eyes.
"Bren, you will never loose me," I said, reassuring him. "I love you too much."
He rested his head on my shoulder. I felt his warm breath against my neck. Brendon lifted his head and whispered in my ear.
"I love you too, Ryan Ross. No matter what."
A/N Hey! Please rate and review, I live off of them! Anyways, thanks for reading! I will try my best to update soon but I still have school adn stuff :/