Andy Biersack fanfiction - Accidents Happen *COMPLETED* （≧∇≦）

Chapter 43 - What is Life?

--Tessa's POV--
Andy pushed the door open and looked at me, smiling. My arms crossed over my chest, I stared back coldly. "We need to talk." I said sternly, pointing from me to him. Ashley, CC, and Jake slide past him. Where's Jinxx? I make my way to my bedroom space where he'd been sleeping with me. He hurried behind me. "Tess? Everything okay?" The boys eyes followed him as he disaapeared behind the curtain, leaving the two of us in the small back room. I flipped around, finding him closer than expected.
"You never told me you went to see Vic. " I said coldly.
"I didn't know how to say it--"
"You never told me you put Vic in a coma." I cut him off.
He looked just as suprised as I had been.
"Coma?" He asked.
"Coma." I seethed.
He looked down for a moment before his eyes returned to mine. "Tess, I swear, I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to put him back in his place." He said. I shook my head, tears rushing to my eyes. "No Andy! You don't get it. This will spread like wildfire to all the open jobs; I'll never get hired again!" I said. He wrapped his arms around me, but I pulled away. "What makes you say that?" He asked, hurt. "Someone is gonna notice we're not friends all because you couldn't control your emotions and...and your obsession with controlling everyone! Everything! You do it all the time! You always have to control people, they always have to conform to your rules and do waht you say! And you're doing it right now, too! You couldn't let anyone think you were 'too weak' to stand up for me, and now it's cost me my job!" I said, pacing back and forth as I thought of the consuquences. By showing such emotion to me and protection, Andy had basically shouted we were more than business partners. But business partners was all we were supposed to be. "Tess, I can fix it with a few tweets! I was just standing up for you because what he did was wrong." He retaliated cooly. "No! This isn't just that anymore Andy, this is serious. You put Vic in a coma; he's in the hospit--"
--Andy's POV--
"You put Vic in a coma, he's in the hospit--" In the middle of her sentence, Tessa began to sink and fall, her eyes closing and her sentence turning to mumbles. She fell down, her eyes shut. "Tessa?!" I said, quickly moving towards her. "Ashley! Jake!" I shouted, instinctively feeling for a beat in her chest. She had one, but it was fast. Very, very fast. "ASHLEY! CC!" I screamed. Ashley pushed aside the curtain. "What?!" He snapped, but as his eyes fell on the unconscious Tessa he gasped. "What the fuck happened?" Ashley asked. "I don't know! She was talking and suddenly she just...fell! Get me the keys, I need to take her to the E.R." I said, trying to hide my anxiety. "Okay, okay...Uhm..." Ashley grabbed the car keys from the hook and helped me carry her outside, opening all the doors for me since I had to carry her. I checked her pulse. It was still rapid. Laying her in the backseat, I hurried back into the drivers seat and switched on the triangular emergency light, speeding away. What the fuck was going on? She was just talking, shouting actually, and then she just fell. Like something paralyzed her.
I pulled into the hospital lot and ran into the E.R, Tessa is my arms. "Do you need help sir?" The woman at the desk asked. "What does it fucking look like?" I snapped. She nodded quickly and hurried into another room. Seconds later a team of men dressed in blue scrubs wheeled in a gurney. They grabbed her from my hands, drawing the eyes of waiting people in the room. "What's wrong with her?" I buzzed over the doctors as they wheeled her down the hall. "Sorry sir, you are not permitted past this point. Please wait in the lobby and fill out a form." One doctor said. I helplessly watched as they wheeled her behind two doors, and she dissapeared.
"Here," The over-weight, dark-skinned woman at the desk said, handing me a form. "Thanks." I mumbled, my voice low and hoarse.
Name: Tessa Bluin
Gender: Female

Health Insurance: Aetna

Social Security:
I paused, not knowing her social security number. I pulled my cool, metal lip ring between my teeth and continued, skipping a couple more questions.
"Are you the young man who brought the brown haired girl in?" A sudden voice called, making me jump. I nodded. "She was unconscious; she fainted while we were, uhm...fighting." I said. He nodded. "Follow me." I found myself shaking as he led me to the room she was in. What was wrong with her? What if it was something Vic did? The doctor shut the door behind him. "You said you two were fighting?" He asked, holding his clipboard in front of him and jotting down notes. I nodded. "Was this heated?" He asked. I nodded again. "Has she been tired, weary, or achy lately?" He asked. I thought for a moment. A lot of it was the drugs Vic gave her, but she'd been tired a little before the event. "Sort of." I said. Fuck, what if something is seriously wrong with her? What if the drugs Vic gave her really hurt her? "We need to a quick test on her. You can wait in here." His voice was stern and unkind as he brought the clipboard down from his chest and exited the room.
I followed the wall's paintstrokes with my eyes, bored but nervous. I wanted to know what was going on. I wanted to know she'd be okay. Running my hands through my hair, I hummed quietly to myself to calm down. It wasn't working.
I must had been in the room for an hour or two before the doctor came in, missing his clipboard this time. "Is she okay?" I jumped. "Well," the doctor began.
"She's pregnant."