Author's Note: This chapter contains depictions of a seizure. If this is something you know you will find triggering or upsetting in any way, I highly suggest you give this one a miss or if not skip past that particular part. Thank you so much for understanding. <3
A month and a half later, May 23rd, 11:25pm, Los Angeles, California, United States, the arena:
"WE LOVE YOU, L.A! WE'LL SEE YOU ALL SOME OTHER TIME, THANKS VERY MUCH, GOODNIGHT!" Dave hollered at the audience, whose voices formed a discordance of sound in response.
Backstage, Poppi and Esme viewed the concert's ending in awe through the dozens of television screens they were seated in front of. They clapped and cheered as they saw their parents and uncles bow and bid their crowd goodbye for the night. Poppi wanted so badly to remove her ear defenders but instead, she battled the urge and continued to seek enjoyment in all she could see. Moments later, Esme recognised the sound of Alan's voice as he exited the stage and approaching the backstage area, and hurriedly began repositioning her backpack onto her body. Taking each other by the hand, the two sisters then skipped towards the steps.
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One hour later, May 24th, 12:46am, the hotel:
Alan lied awake, unpleasantly anxious. Martin had gone to bed at much sooner of a time than what was usual for him, and it concerned him, especially for his overly cognitive and confused state in his last moments of wakefulness that night. In actuality, he had been acting differently all day. Unconsciously diverged from his typical self. But it were likely nothing, he thought to himself. By morning, he would be okay. Now reassured, he too fell asleep within minutes.
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Three hours later, 4:02am:
Without making a sound, Andy switched off the bathroom light and closed the door after using it, and began to tiptoe back to bed. He saw Poppi and Esme, each sound asleep in their blow-up beds, then Dave, also dreaming in his side of the bed the two of them shared. Lastly, as he himself gently submerged himself beneath the duvet, he noticed Alan and Martin, Alan's arm carefully draped over Martin's body. Nothing but serenity was all he could feel at that moment, drifting off to sleep in a paced manner.
However, it lasted for too little time.
"OH MY GOD, MARTIN!" Was what he, Dave and their nieces were jolted awake by.
It was the sound of Alan's voice, penetrated with extensive horror. When he looked up, his eyes registered a sight he never thought he would see.
Martin, seizing.
"Woah-"
He gasped without the ability to catch another breath. The shock overwhelmed his body and he sat frozen, though he so desperately wanted to help Alan. Dave hurried out of bed and snatched Poppi and Esme up into his arms before they could truly see the situation and took them into the bathroom, locking the door.
"It's four o'clock in the morning, Uncle Dave." Poppi rubbed her eyes.
She and her sister remained seemingly oblivious to what was happening and that filled him with relief.
"I know, but we're just going to stay in here for a little bit, okay?" He kept his response brief. "Papa is a little bit poorly, but it'll be dealt with. You girls have nothing to worry about." He took their hands.
His nieces giggled and nodded their heads, and the three of them began quietly playing a game amongst themselves.
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Five minutes later, 4:07am:
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Love Is A Battlefield (Alan Wilder x Martin Gore)
Fanfiction(The third installment in the series or in what is now the trilogy; I recommend you read the first two stories Fragile Tension and It Won't Always Be Like This beforehand or this may not make much sense to you! ❤️ Side note: All events in this story...
