Things Have Changed For Me (Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the Disco Fanfic)

Patrick's P.O.V

"I'm such a fucking idiot," I sigh, pulling my hair as we wait in the waiting room of the hospital.

Tonight had been such a terrible night. Only hours after getting back home from dropping Delilah off at Erica and Brendon's honeymoon house, I got a phone call from the police saying that Erica had been shot. I start shaking as the flashbacks come.

Flashback to Earlier that Night

I groan and roll over when my phone starts vibrating.

"Hello," I mumble, rubbing my eyes and putting my glasses on.

On the other end of the phone, I hear what sounds like Brendon crying, and sirens blasting.

"I-I'm so so soooo sorry Trick," he cries and slurs.

My heart starts racing as I ask, "B-Bren calm down and tell me what's happening."

Elisa sits up and bed, looking at me worried.

"S-She's been shot. H-He came back to try and get her and the baby. I-I tried to stop him, but he drugged me," Brendon cries louder.

I jump out of bed, the color drained from my face.

"Oh my God! I'll be right there! What hospital are you three going to? I-Is she going to make it," I quickly ask, hopping as I put on my pants.

"Robertson Hospital, and I-I don't know... W-When I woke up, the EMTs came in, shocking her. T-There was so much blood. I-," he sobs to where he can't finish his sentence.

"I'll be right there," I say, fighting back tears and hang up.

"Honey, what's wrong," Elisa quickly ask, getting out of bed.

"Get you clothes on. Erica's been shot," I cry, as I finish putting my clothes on.

"Oh my God," she gasps and starts changing.

About forty five minutes later, we run into the hospital, Pete, Andy, Joe, Meagan, Dallon, Breezy, and Kenny right behind us. We run into the lobby to see Brendon sitting in a chair holding Delilah, sobbing... both of them are sobbing. Brendon's shaking visibly trying to calm her down. We run up to them, and Meagan takes Delilah, trying to calm her while I hug him, crying.

"It'll be okay. She's a f-f-fighter... she'll get through this," I murmur in between sobs.

"I-It's all my fucking fault Patrick," Brendon cries, looking at me, completely broken.

Flashback Over

"Mr. Stump, Mr. Urie," the doctor says walking out of the operating room.

"Y-Yes," we both say at the same time.

The doctor sits down, taking his mask off, sighing, "Do you want the good or bad news first?"

"B-Bad," Brendon quietly says.

"The bad news is that Erica has severe brain damage. We do know that it won't affect her movement or speech, but it will affect how she thinks. It can range all the way from hormonal changes to hearing voices and hallucinating. Given her previous medical history of depression and self harm it can get very bad. Once she wakes up, I would like to keep her in for evaluation," the doctor states.

Brendon and I both start sobbing full on.

"W-Will she remember us," Brendon cries quietly.

"I think she will. We just have to wait and see," the doctor states.

"And the good news," I ask numbly.

"The good news is that the police caught the suspect, and she's alive. The tests prove that she wasn't raped," he says.

"C-Can we see her now," Brendon asks.

"She's in room A98," he states stepping aside.

Brendon and I get up and run to the room. The door's already open, and Erica's lying on the bed with breathing tubes in her nose, and IVs connected to her hands and arms. Brendon pales even more and walks over to her bedside, dropping to his knees, sobbing and holding her hand. My heart breaks into a million pieces. Of all the people in the world why did all this have to happen to these two? Why couldn't the fucking world leave them alone and let them have a normal family? This world's a fucking screwed up place. Hopefully we can survive what's to come.