Dancing with the Devil//Brendon Urie

Twenty-Two

Luckily, after a day or two, Brendon woke up from his coma. We weren't too scared that he wouldn't wake up, although that fear always lurked in the back of our minds. Especially his mother's, she was worried sick, like any mother would be.

Of course, he isn't completely functional right now, he's tired and in slight pain, but we're definitely thankful to have him back.

"Fae?" He whimpers, and I immediately divert my attention from my phone to him.

"Yes, Brendon?" It's so hard to try not to treat him like a little kid. I know he's frustrated that he isn't fully himself right now and can only speak in little sentences. Also the fact that he has to pee in a urinal, in his bed.

"Can you get me some ice?" His mother gets up and pats me on the shoulder, indicating that her and Boyd would go out to get the ice chips for him. Don't get me wrong, they were offering other food to him, but Brendon just prefers the ice chips.

"Thanks, Grace." A small smile tugs at the end of Brendon's lips. Curiosity gets the best of me and I knit my eyebrows, placing my hand in his.

"What's got you so smiley?" Now his smile is followed by a chuckle, something he hasn't done so often since he woke up.

"You and mom." He states, and he seems so happy. Everything in me feels happy. I'm so happy to have Brendon back, I'm glad that he's healthy now, and I'm relieved he woke up with me and his parents around. I've been avoiding trying to get emotional around him, knowing he's been through enough. But now that it's just him and I alone together, my heart can't take it.

"Brendon, I was so fucking worried. I couldn't sleep properly, I couldn't eat, I couldn't even think straight. I couldn't bare the thought of losing you, and I'm just so happy that you're here. I love you..." Luckily, I finish my little spew quickly, before I start to sob. Brendon is showing the same emotion I am, and I can see a few tears falling down his face. This gets me to cry instantly.

"I'm so happy to see you, Faelecia. You have no idea how scared I was when I woke up that night. I thought I was going to be a goner, and my only thought was that I couldn't lose you, not after I finally got you. You mean the world to me, and I never want to let you go." I can barely hear him through my cries, while he places soft kisses on my hand, as if it'll keep us together forever. I sure hope it does.

I lean in and press my lips up against his. Butterflies swarm through my stomach and soon we let go. Just in time as well, because Brendon's doctor walks in, smiling at the both of us. Quickly, I wipe my tears away, placing my hand behind Brendon's head to play with his hair.

"Mister Urie, how are you?" Brendon shrugs, giving me a quick look. He's probably just as emotional as I am, given he's the one who had the heart attack, not me. I make sure to give him a reassuring hand squeeze, then he proceeds to answer the doctor.

"I'm okay. That thumping is still pretty consistent, but it's pretty bearable." I admire how strong he is, which makes me fall in love even more.

"The thumping ion your chest, right?" Brendon nods, and the doctor chuckles.

"Are you sure it's not your heartbeat?" That receives a few chuckles from the both of us, but Brendon shakes his head no.

"It might just be from the stents, but honestly, it's not the worst pain in the world. It's just kind of... there." Writing this down, the doctor nods and checks a few things before walking out the door.

"So... when we have sex do we need to like, calm it down?" I ask, causing an eruption of laughter. But then, he goes deep into thought.

"I'm actually not too sure. I might have forgotten to take my meds that morning, maybe that's what caused all of this. Sex should still be good though." Of course, he would compromise his own health for sex. Classic Brendon.

"Look, if doing it is going to make you have another heart attack, I'm one hundred percent okay giving it up. It's kind of hard to have a boyfriend who isn't alive, you know?" I giggle awkwardly, hoping he has some sort of reaction to my joke.

"You'd really give that up for me?" Not the reaction I was hoping for, but at least it's something.

"Well duh, do you think I'm using you just for your body?" He smirks, shrugging.

"You never know, maybe that's why you're so attracted to me." I roll my eyes playfully and look him up and down.

"I mean, you're not wrong. But in all seriousness, if the doctors came in and said we can never have sex again, I'd be a little upset for obvious reasons, but I'd agree. Our relationship is built on much more than that."

"You know, thank God my parents aren't here to hear this conversation. They'd kill me sooner than a heart attack would." The tension has definitely died down, and it's almost like we're back at home, just chatting amongst ourselves. But soon, Brendon's parents come in with the ice chips. His mother hands him the blue plastic cup and takes a seat on the other side of his bed, smiling. God, she looks just like him, it's insane.

"Have I ever told you the story of how Brendon got that scar on his eyebrow?" His mother beams, and Brendon mumbles a quick 'Here we go again' under his breath as he rolls his eyes.

"No, but I would just love to hear it!"