Around 4 months previous.
"Ryan. Ryan, will you please hurry up. Spencer was expecting us half an hour ago. I think we're even later than Jon". Ryan could hear Brendon shouting to him from the car, but he was not leaving the house without his hat. And he couldn't find it anywhere. In the midst of his frantic searching, his phone rang.
"Hello?" he asked into the phone, whilst rummaging through some drawers.
"Ryan, dude, where are you? Jon is already here. I swear, we've known Brendon two months and he's already ruining your anti-lateness track record". Ryan chuckled slightly, throwing open the last drawer and shouting out in triumph.
"Well Spencer, you've known me forever and you should know I never leave the house without my hat" Ryan said, putting it on and running out of the house. He ended the call, Spencer would know he was coming, and hopped into the car.
"Ready?" Brendon asked, eyebrow raised. Ryan nodded, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks as he thought about how attractive that looked. They were heading off to their studio, also known as Spencer's spare room. They had important band related matters to attend to, and they were really late. They were ten minutes away when they got stuck in traffic.
"Fucking traffic, I fucking hate it" Ryan complained, resting his head against the cool car window. Brendon was tapping his long fingers on the steering wheel impatiently.
"It's okay, we'll just have to tell Spencer we got stuck in traffic, he'll understand". Brendon took his hands from the steering wheel and rested them in his lap. "I wonder what's causing it all, there's traffic as far as the eye can see". Ryan stretched forwards and peered out of the front window. He could see a man getting out of a fancy looking car, waving his arms about angrily and gesturing wildly around him. He leant back against his seat, closing his eyes. He hated traffic with a passion. He hoped by not looking at it, it would calm him down. It wasn't working, and Brendon could sense this.
"Hey" Brendon said softly, resting a hand on Ryan's knee. "It's okay". Ryan sighed, turning to look at Brendon.
"I just hate traffic, it stresses me out. And I don't like stressing out because then I'm...stressed out". Brendon laughed, a beautiful drawn-out sound, that settled into a broad grin. Suddenly, Brendon's smile vanished and his eyes widened. He was throwing himself at Ryan, and the terrified look on Ryan's face was the last thing he saw before everything went black.
Spencer knew something was wrong. It was thirty minutes since he last called Ryan, who should be on his way, and Ryan only lived twenty minutes away. He called Ryan again, who didn't pick up, before calling Brendon. As neither of them were answering their phones, Spencer knew there were two possible options. Either they were fucking somewhere, which was as possible as it was gross, or they were in serious trouble. He seriously hoped it wasn't the latter, as he called Ryan's phone a third time. Just before he was about to end the call, and unfamiliar voice answered.
"Who is this?" Spencer was confused, because it certainly wasn't Ryan. Jon looked over and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you family of Mr Ross?" the voice asked.
"No, Ryan's my friend. Is he okay, who are you?". Jon had moved closer to Spencer at this point, equally as confused.
"Is it possible for you to get hold of his family?"
"Not right now, they're out of town. Could you please tell me what is going on?"
"I'm afraid your friend has been involved in a car accident. There was another person involved, a man. Would you know who that is?" . Spencer couldn't form a sentence, shock was an understatement. His head was spinning.
"Brendon. Brendon Urie. Are they...are they okay..are they..." he trailed off, feeling tears well up in his eyes.
"If you go to the hospital everything should be explained, we dont know as yet I-". Spencer ended the call, unable to hear anymore. Jon didn't know what was going on but the fact that Spencer had tears running down his face suggested that it was really really bad.
"Spence...what happened? What's wrong?". Jon grabbed Spencer by the arm, as Spencer shook his head slowly.
"They're in hospital....they're...Jon, we need to" he seemed to realise suddenly, and seemed to come to his senses. "JON THEY'RE IN HOSPITAL WE NEED TO GO. NOW."
Jon still wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he ran to the car and pulled Spencer in with him. They were nearly half way there when Spencer finally spoke up.
"The guy who answered the phone, Ryan's phone. I think he was a policeman. They...they were involved in a crash....I don't. I don't know if they're okay Jon. What if they're not okay?". Spencer's voice was barely a whisper, and Jon had never seen him so scared.
"I'm sure they'll be okay Spence" Jon said reassuringly, though he wasn't even sure of this himself. They finally pulled up at the hospital and sprinted into the reception.
"Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie. Where are they?" Spencer almost yelled, breathless. The receptionist informed them that they were on floor ten, ward 103 and room 4. They threw themselves into the elevator, and almost punched the little old lady who stopped it at floor 102 and took ten minutes getting into the damned thing.
As the elevator doors opened, they heard a muffled sobbing. Hurrying into the ward, they saw Brendon sobbing softly. Spencer immediately thought the worst, and his legs buckled beneath him. Jon was torn between his two distraught friends, and eventually settled on calming Brendon down and getting him to explain.
"Hey...hey, it's okay. Just tell me what happened. It's not your fault okay" Jon tried, as Brendon shook his head.
"He's....he's not.....Ryan isn't....dead, he's alive" Brendon sobbed, and Spencer immediately snapped out of it.
"What? Where is he?". Spencer cared about Brendon, but Ryan was his best friend. Brendon pointed shakily to the next room, and Spencer raced in. Ryan was sitting upright in his bed, looking disorientated.
"Hey buddy". Ryan looked up as Spencer took a seat on his bed. "How are you feeling? What happened?".
"I...was...driving. I was driving Spence. I was getting pissed at the traffic. I didn't know...I didnt see the car until it slammed into me". Something about that sentence worried Spencer.
"What about Brendon?" he asked warily.
"Who's Brendon?". Spencer felt sick to his stomach.
"I won't be a minute Ry". He sped out of the room to where Jon and Brendon were, and Jon had exactly the same look on his face as Spencer had.
"He doesn't even know me" Brendon whispered, fresh tears making their way down his face. "He knew you, he asked for you both. But he said...he said he was sorry but could I leave because he didn't know who I was". Fresh tears formed as Brendon remembered.
A bright light woke Brendon from his sleep. He squinted, trying to open his eyes fully and determine what the source of the light was. When he finally opened them, he was faced with an off white ceiling. The light was a small white one, situated in the centre of the room. He was immediately confused; this wasn't his room. He turned his head to see a large white machine, and everything came flooding back. He was in a hospital. That car, the crash. Ryan. Where was Ryan? He tried to sit up, but he couldn't. He went to push himself up with his arms, only to find one of them was in a plaster cast. He sighed, frustrated, and heaved himself up into a sitting position. He felt slightly disorientated, but he had to press on. As far as he could see, he was the only person in the ward. This worried him, what if something had happened to Ryan? He stood up warily, making his way to the door.
"Sir? You shouldn't be out of bed". A young looking nurse with a clipboard stopped Brendon as she entered the room.
"I know, but I need. Do you know where my...friend is. Ryan Ross? He was in the crash too". He took in a shaky breath as he asked, afraid of the answer.
"He's in room 5, he might be asleep but you should know-". He didn't wait to hear the end of the sentence, rushing out to the next room. Ryan was lying down, but he was awake.
"Ryan?" Brendon sat on the chair by his bedside.
"Um...hi?". Ryan seemed disorientated, but at least he was okay.
"I'm so glad you're okay Ry. Do the guys know yet?". Ryan looked puzzled, and raised an eyebrow at Brendon.
"Look, um. I don't mean to be rude or anything but, do I even know you?". Brendon couldn't comprehend what he'd just heard.
"What? Ryan, what do you mean? Of course you know me". He was close to hyperventilating, and he hoped this was another one of Ryan's bad jokes.
"I really don't, I'm sorry? Do you know my friends maybe? Spencer and Jon?". Brendon couldn't even breathe, he couldn't think.
"No, I mean yes I know them, but I know you".
"Look I'm sorry, but could you leave? I really don't know who you are, and I'm really tired". Brendon stood wordlessly, and stumbled back to his own room. He started to cry, his cries turning into heart-wrenching sobs.
Spencer honestly didn't know what to say. What could you possibly say to someone when they'd basically just lost the person they loved? Jon too was at a loss for words. They heard the sound of heels in the distance and a doctor came into view. She sat on a plastic chair opposite them, observing them over her glasses.
"I'm guessing you are the friends of Ryan? I'm Dr Quinn, and I'm here to fully explain Ryan's condition". Brendon looked like he was going to cry, and Spencer squeezed his hand reassuringly.
"So, what exactly is it?" Jon asked tentatively, as the only one who seemed to be able to speak.
"Ryan has suffered from a head trauma, causing a case of Retrograde Amnesia. Retrograde Amnesia causes short term memory loss. This explains why he recognises the two of you, who I learn he has known for quite a while, and not Brendon here. Unfortunately with this form of Amnesia, it can either be permanent or semi permanent. The problem with this is, there is no real way to tell whether it's permanent or temporary. And if it is temporary, there is no telling how long it will take for the memories to be recovered, or how much memory will be lost. It has been known in some cases that people can lose years worth of memory. Thankfully, we have reason to believe this is temporary because he can recall some aspects of his accident. However, as Brendon has provided me with some information I can tell you some of what he can and cant remember. Based on this information we can estimate that he has lost most memory from two to three months back. Which does unfortunately mean, he can't recall anything to do with Brendon. We can discuss treatments, as there are different ways of triggering memories. It's a lot to do with emotions, sometimes a memory loss patient getting really emotional in one way or another, be it really angry or really happy, it may trigger memories to do with a certain person. We can discuss this all in good time . Im sorry, I know this is a lot of information to take in all at once. I'll leave you to think, if you need me just give me a shout. My office is at the end of the corridor". She left the room ad left the three to take in the information. Jon was at a loss for words, and Brendon had tears running slowly down his face.
"He's going to get better though, right? She said...she said it's only temporary" Jon said softly.
"But what if he doesn't?" Brendon whispered.
"He will Brendon he-"
"You don't know that!" Brendon snapped, cutting Jon off mid sentence. Spencer stood slowly, making his way to Ryan's room. He had to talk to him, and if he stayed in Brendon's room any longer he was going to turn into a sobbing mess. Someone had to be strong, for Ryan's sake.
"Oh, there you are Spencer. So, the docs say I can go home in a couple of weeks. Weeks Spence. I feel fine, there's nothing wrong with me. Yet I have to stay for a couple of weeks. How are we supposed to look for a singer whilst I'm holed up in here?"
Spencer didn't know how to answer that question. He wasn't sure he'd be able to answer anything Ryan asked him at the moment. It wasn't something like a broken arm, which would heal and then life would go on. It was something completely new. There was no easy way out, it was all trial and error. Spencer could see life for the time being taking a turn for the worst, and he really wanted this to just be a really bad dream.
(I'm glad people are liking this story, I'm certainly liking writing it. Thanks for all the reviews, I'll get the next chapter up when I can, but I'm going away for a while so it won't be anytime soon. Sorry :( )