Engulfed

Chapter 8

The ringing in my ears went away when I woke up. I'm still not dead.

Andy and Joe were passed out on the couch and I had another visitor, patting a beat on his legs. He wore black jeans and converse and sunglasses that reflected everything he saw. Dallon Weekes.

I smiled a little, hearing him sing a little. Startled, he jumped and alerted Joe and Andy. They stood awake and ran towards me.

"Hey..." Dallon said softly, "How'ya feeling?"

I look around the room a little more. My movements are sluggish. I must be on some serious meds, "I'm alright."

"Don't worry, we'll keep you on the meds so we keep you that way," Andy said.

I held up my shaky arms and put them around Andy. A few tears of mine landed on his shoulder. I wiped them off and let him go, pushing a smile.

Joe came in for one too. I pat his curly hair and chuckled a little.

"Where's Pete?" I ask, still searching the room for him.

Dallon watches as Andy and Joe exchange looks.

"They kicked him out for the night. He went a little," Joe twirled his finger, "Koo-Koo."

I nodded, "Of course. How do I look?"

Dallon smirked, "You were just pulled out of a burning building, went into surgery, and then come out of sleep to ask how you look?"

Joe answered for me, "They did skin grafts and fixed everything up, so you don't actually look to terrible. You just look... tired."

"Naturally," Andy added, "I'd be too."

Dallon shook his head, wiping his palms on his knees, "You saved Brendon... You could've jumped out first. Heck, you didn't even have to go back into the building. Why?"

I shrugged. Thinking in that building and sleeping has given me a time to think about it, "Brendon's my friend too. He's like my little brother. I can't watch my little brother die drunk and alone by burning to death."

"So you took his place..." Dallon finished, "We are forever grateful. You saved Panic! at the Disco. Again."

"Fuck Save Latin and Save Rock and Roll," Joe threw his hand, "We've got a mashup album title."

I laughed, but the happiness was short lived. Brendon. The last time I saw him, he was writhing on the ground, holding his leg. Safe, but hurt.

"How's Bren?" I ask to Dallon.

"He's great. First degree burns to his legs and one broken leg. Other than that, he's perfectly fine. Not nearly as bad as what could've been," he smiled.

"He still here?"

He shook his head, "No, he's already home. Sarah's babying him around the house. He's got coffee and ice and lots of hugs."

"Just what he needs," I nod, relief washing over me.

"Just what you need too," Joe said and looked to the door. A nurse looked in and made a face, then walked out.

Everyone in the room chuckled, "Damn they really don't like visitors," Andy commented.

"Or Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III..." Joe raised his eyebrows and sighed, picking up half of a sandwich wrapped in plastic.

"How long have you been here?" I questioned.

"About four hours. As soon as they let us we came," Dallon said, "We were with Brendon last night after they knocked you out for surgery."

I shooed them and smiled a little, "Go home! Get some rest! Go visit Brendon and Pete!"

Joe opened the door, "Okay, okay. I will."

Andy waved and followed Joe out the door.

Dallon pointed to me before pulling his sunglasses back down, "You've twisted my arm Stump."

I point back to him and make myself comfortable in my bed. When everyone was gone, I don't think I've ever been so alone. I'm glad that they left back home. They don't need to worry about me. I just miss the company.

I don't have a Sarah Urie or a Meagan Camper. I have a burnt half of a bagel and the most disgusting jelly you'd ever see.

Never have I felt so imprisoned. The windows are barred in case I could actually get out of bed and try to jump out. I wouldn't want to, but it's still there.

The bed was stuck to the ground. The iv in my arm felt like it was chained to me. The hospital gown didn't make me any more fashionable. It started to look like a prison jumper.

I turned to the counter and found my glasses and a fedora. Those sneaky guys... I put them on and felt a little better.

Of course, the doctor took them off when he did more testing. I had a feeling that he didn't like me. Most of the doctors that I've had before tried to care about me. I wasn't such a nuisance to them. This guy was a different story.

It was about 10 pm when I got tired. But something kept me up. I stayed awake, listening to people shouting and screaming in pain. It made me more nervous about staying here. I want to leave as soon as I can.

But then there came a familiar scream. A scream I wasn't looking forward to. My breathing increased and my heart monitor started beeping.

~ Becca

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