Band Oneshots

Don't leave me now (Bret x CC Devile)

Ok, I know I said I I'll see ya in the new year as I didn't think I would get a free minute to write, but I did!! So have a small, crappy one. Sorry it not the best. There maybe another up before the end the year but I'm not sure.

Enjoy!

The figure in the hospital bed wasn't CC. No, it couldn't be his CC as it looked like it was death himself. Bret couldn't remember ever seeing CC look this bad not even when he found him in his room,  or when he was in the ambulance with him, but with the hospital's extremely bright lights, every detail was exaggerated.

CC was, as Bret last saw him, unconscious. His body lay lifeless on the bed, with many blankets wrapped around him, because he was shivering. His skin was paler and had a yellowish colour to it than, now Bret thought if he looked closer enough he would be able to see through CC's skin.

Along his rail thin arms, were grotesque bruises that were a mixture of greenish yellow that the blonde wished he haven't of out there after there MTV show.

There was an IV placed in the crease of his right elbow. On CC's other arm was a blood pressure cuff, and an oxygen tube up his nose, along with a heart monitor connected to multiple electrodes on his chest.

His messy dyed pink hair was sticking up in every direction possible, and looked like it hadn't been washed in days, maybe even weeks. His bangs hung over his face so low, that Bret almost couldn't see those beautiful orbs that he knew and fell in love with. The whole visual sent chills through his whole body, and for a few seconds, he was frozen in place, not being able to move his gaze from CC.

The only part of the situation that gave Bret any type relief was the annoying sound of the heart monitor, beeping slowly to prove to him that CC was still alive, even if he may lifeless.

He was not alone in this reaction. The minute Bobby and Rikki walked in, they froze too. Rikki trying to hold back the tears from escaping his eyes was getting too hard, so he decided to let it be.

Soon enough, the three of them had there faces wet, and eyes that were bloodshot, and breaths that were hitched, but it was okay, because anyone would have the same reaction as them. It was normal to be upset, and distressed, and scared. It was uncomfortable, but it was normal, and they knew it was better to let the emotions out rather than let them build up, just to result into something very maladaptive.

Hopefully CC would learn to be able to do that too, Bret thought. Part of Bret blames himself, maybe if he tried to help CC more, or tried to talk to him after he was down from his high instead watching someone beating the ever living shit outta him, Only for him to go and overdose.

Not one word was spoken for at least 5 minutes, until the silence was broken by a shaky breath from Bret. "I... I guess we could sit down now..." He let out an awkward laugh, but it just sounded hollow, because there was nothing that could bring him happiness at this moment. Nothing. Nothing would make this okay.

As much as he wished this was a dream, he knew it was completely real, and nothing would change the fact that it got this bad. He wished he could go back in time and fix everything. He did, but he knew that there was nothing that he could have done, but it didn't matter how many times he told himself that, he still believes it was partly his fault.

It wouldn't change the situation that they were in. Bret wished he'd tried harder at getting him sober instead of just letting Bobby beat the shit outta and kick him outta the band.

It wouldn't change the fact that CC had destroyed himself to the point that he was in a hospital bed hooked up to wires just to keep him alive.

It wouldn't change the fact that Bret wasn't even 100% sure if CC even wanted to truly live anymore.