Fake smiles are the best smiles

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FLORENCE'S POV👽
It was 3 in the morning and I'm still thinking about Gavin. He was drunk and I let him get into that car. I hate myself.
My phone started ringing. who calls at 3am...but hospitals.
"Hello is this Tristan Florence". As she spoke I felt the chill run down my back.
"Yes, who may I be speaking to". I knew who she was and I knew why she was calling I just didn't want to admit it.
"Bethany I'm the receptionists for the Glenbrick Public Hospital of FortWayne, Indiana". It's all my fault "I'm calling to let you know that Mr. Haze has been placed in our hospital due to a radical car accident". All I could think is; is he dead"?
"What state is he in". Please Gavin don't be dead.
"Critical but he is still alive and breathing but he is in a comma we have no idea when or if he will wake up".
"Oh god". I have to tell the band but I think Hillary should know first. Before I got the chance to find her she pounced into the front lounge with tears in her eyes.
"Gavin is in the hospital". She knows how.
"I know".

We drove for hours but finally made it to the hospital. Before I could park the car she jumped out and bolted it to the doors. I parked the cars and ran in. We went to the receptionist 'Bethany' and she smiled lightly "Mr. Florence I take it and this is...." She trailed off signalling she didn't know the lavender headed girl.
"Hillary, I'm Gavin's" she paused "nothing". She finished quietly.
Bethany gave her a quizzical look and brushed off what she said.
"He's on the 7th floor room g7139". Then pointed in a direction looked down at some paper work and mumbled "elevator".

My phone started to ring "king for a day" telling me it was Vic. I let it play for a few seconds.
"Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands
I take a look up at the sky and I see red
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
Everything red".
"Hey" what did he want he knows I'm at the hospital with hills and Gavin.
"Hey um Alex is kinda flipping his sh!t right now and demanded I call you so ugh ya". Why is Alex flipping out? He doesn't even like Gavin.
"Okay, put him on the phone I swear it feels like even though I'm not the manager I manage everyone even people who aren't in my band. Vic".
"You kinda are the manager you're the tour manager".
"It's not the same thing".
"I guess. I never realised how British you actually are".
"Just put Alex on okay".
"Ya fine whatever". Note to self everyone is ridiculously stupid.
"How's Gavin" a very sudden voice shouted through the phone that I identified as Mr. Gaskarth's.
"He's alive".
"Good but like how is he".
"In a comma, tons of broken bones, brain damage, a broken nose but nothing that would cause sudden death". There was a pause I knew he was upset.
"Oh my what have I done". What
"What"?
"I made him want to leave I was being an @$$ and he just left". I heard slight tears.
"It's not your fault mate don't worry alright".
Looking at Gavin made me want to throw up knowing that this could of been prevented I'm a sh!t tour manager and a sh!t mate.

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