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They pulled up with a squeal of tires, sirens blaring loudly.

"God, what do they want?" Brendon mumbled.

He heard a knock upon the door and he opened it to see them staring in his face.

"Sir, who are you?" One cop asked him.

"Uh, Brendon Urie." Brendon said, feeling suddenly self conscious.

"Mr Urie, can you explain why you're here?"

"Yeah, I came over."

"Is this your house?"

"No, it-"

"Then whose is it?"

"Ryan's."

"You guys close?"

"He's my best friend!"

"Where's he now?"

"The hospital?"

"Aha." The cop who'd been quizzing him said, not beliving him.

"Are you aware that the other residents in this building filed a complaint about a racket?"

"It's because there was an-"

"Yes or no, Mr. Urine."

"Urie."

"May I take a look around, Mr. Urie?" The second cop, who'd been silent til now asked.

"It's a mess in the bathroom." Brendon said, feeling his mouth go dry.

The second cop nodded, walking through the small apartment, before yelling, "Holy shit! We got a crime scene here!"

"It's cause Ryan cut himself!"

"This much blood? I doubt it." The second cop said.

"Mr. Urine-" The first cop started.

"Urie!"

"Shut up! You are being placed under arrest, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law!"