When Elena Finally gets to see her favorite band Panic! At the Disco she ends up being hospitalized and missing the rest of the concert. An accidental injury causes her to lose her memory; however, she made a life long friendship with Panic!'s lead...
"Elena? Elena?" I heard voices that I wasn't familiar with and I had no idea where I was at. I have no recollection of what happened and what lead me to this point as my memory is fuzzy. I hazily awoke to find a nurse at my side. Am I in a hospital? I thought to myself as my head pounded. "W...where am I"? I stumbled on my words as I asked. "You're in the hospital dear, you were at a concert and you passed out and hit your head, there's some pretty bad trauma involved, that's why you are here". The nurse explained. However, I don't remember being at a concert, I don't remember anything that had happened before the accident. "What... concert"? I asked.
"There's significant brain damage, you don't remember anything about it, you are suffering from amnesia. I will talk to the doctor so we can order you a CT scan". The nurse explained before they walked out of the room. However, I don't remember going to a concert let alone being at one. And the nurse couldn't explain what concert I was at only how I ended up here.
The nurse came back with some people, but I didn't know who they were. "You have some visitors". The nurse said as they began thumbing through some paperwork. "Elena! We were so worried about you after you passed out at the concert we called the medics because you were unconscious" They explained. However, I didn't remember who they are. "Who are you all"? I asked them both. "Elena, oh my goodness. We're your friends. And you went to the Panic! At the Disco concert with us. Because they are your favorite band". Both the girl and her boyfriend explained.
"Iris, I don't think she remembers a thing". The boy explained. "Iris"? I asked. "Yes Elena, I'm Iris and this is my boyfriend, Stephen". She explains but I still couldn't put two and two together. It would be a long road to recovery, as I don't remember my friends even. This had to have been awful for them, to see their friend, not even remember who they are.
"Elena, I spoke to the doctor he is ordering a CT scan for you tomorrow". The nurse told me after she had grabbed the paperwork. "Okay" was the best reply I could muster up.
*** Brendon's POV
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"Trent, is everything squared away and ready to go for the next stop"? I asked Trent, my touring manager. "Yes, everything is ready to go, but can you explain this"? Trent asked as he pulled out a sunflower crown. "What's this, Trent"? I asked him as I grabbed the flower crown from his hands. "It was leftover at the venue, apparently it belonged to one of the fans who had to leave the show early because they had passed out and had to go to the hospital". Trent explained. "Wait, how did you find this out"? I asked.
"Brendon, it's all over the internet and the fans have all been trying to get a hold of you. They had left me voicemails making sure this story made its way to you". Trent explained. I was sad to hear that one of the fans had been to leave the show because they fell ill. I knew I had to make it up to them somehow. But the first order of business was getting this flower crown back to its rightful owner. I did my research and I found out it was owned by a girl named Elena that loves sunflowers and Panic! At the Disco.
"But Brendon, you can't just stop the tour we need to go to the next stop"! Trent argues. "That girl is sick, for Heaven's sake. She could be dying and all you're concerned with is doing the next show". I explained. I couldn't imagine just doing the next show without making it up to this fan. Something had to be done. "Hey Trent, do you happen to know what hospital she is at"? I asked.
"I believe they told me that she is at Summerstone Medical Center". Trent explained. So I did what anyone else would do. I Googled the hospital and phoned them. Upon calling, I was greeted with an automated recording with options asking me what I wanted to do. I stayed on the line until an operator eventually picked up.
"Hello, and thank you for calling Summerstone Medical Center this is Natasha how may I direct your call"? The receptionist asked over the phone. "Hello Natasha, this is Brendon Urie, lead singer of Panic! At the Disco do you have a resident by the name of Elena"? I asked. There were a few moments of silence until they replied. "I'm sorry, but did you just say you were Brendon Urie, from Panic! At the Disco"? They asked. "Why yes, I did". I replied. "Well we don't get this every day" the person on the other line laughed. "Yes we do, we have someone by the name of Elena". The receptionist replied. "Thank you, can you tell me where she is located at"? I asked.
"She's in the room, 2156". The receptionist replies. "Thank you, Natasha have a nice day". I thanked the receptionist and hung up the phone.
*** Elena's POV
Just like the day before, I was still fallen to an amnesia state. The only thing I could remember was that I was stuck in this hospital, for God knows how long. The doctor ordered me a CT scan for today that was all I could remember from yesterday. I was sure that they were going to tell me that I couldn't do anything for myself and that I would need lifelong assistance.
The nurse came into my room and made sure I had eaten breakfast and that I am ready for my CT scan. I silently nodded and was wheeled over to the CT exam room.
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There lay a cot-like bed with a hole in the middle that I would lay on and then I would be transported through that hole. At least that's what the nurse had told me. At least they were nice, the nurse remembered that I had to stay still for the image to come outright.
After the procedure was done I was wheeled back to my hospital room where a man with black pants, Converse sneakers, and a black hoodie stood outside the door. I didn't know this person and didn't know why he was here. He was also holding a sunflower crown and a sunflower bouquet. How did he know I like sunflowers? and how did he know I was in the hospital? As they rolled me back into the room the nurse explained to me that the results should be back in a few days. The better question was, why was this man here and what did he want with me?
