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

White Rooms All Around

I wake up in a strange bed, tubes in my nose, and wires connected to my arms. My body feels numb as fuck. I open my eyes more, and start panicking when I realize I can't move. Brendon immediately appears by my side, and I calm down some.

"Shhhh baby girl," he says, crying and smiling which I'm guessing are tears of happiness.

"W-What happened," I croak out.

"You don't have to worry about that," he whispers, kissing my forehead.

Patrick walks up behind him, holding Delilah. She squeals and reaches for me.

"Lemme see her," I weakly say, and Patrick gently hands her to me.

I take her smiling and rubbing her hair out of her face. She kisses my cheeks and pokes at the tube in my nose. Her bottom lip starts to quiver, and I suddenly get anxious. My head starts throbbing. Before I know it, I'm shaking and crying. Patrick takes Delilah, and everything starts to get blurry. I think I pass out because for about a minute all I see is nothing then Brendon standing above me. I cry and cling onto him, making desperate sounds instead of words. I'm sobbing like a complete baby, and I can't stop. The doctor rushes in as my heart rate starts to beat faster. I scream and cling onto Brendon tighter, afraid of him.

"Baby girl please calm down," he worriedly says, holding me.

The doctor quickly pulls a needle out, and injects me with it. Almost immediately I feel my body start to go limp, but I still cry.

"What was that for," Brendon urgently asks.

"Anytime she gets too stressed, her heart's at a greater risk of giving out. This helps her relax," the doctor says.

"What's wrong with her," Brendon mumbles.

"We'll need to keep her in for evaluation to see. You go take care of the baby and go home," the doctor says.

Eventually, Brendon gives in and I watch him, sobbing harder than ever.

Two Weeks Later...

I'm in a white padded room. I've been in here for what's seemed like years. They don't let me out of here ever except to bathe me since they found me pulling my hair out and scratching my arms until they bleed. This room is my home now. I've given up the hope of ever seeing the guys again. I bet Brendon doesn't even want me. Who would want a broken wife? Everyday I go through the normal routine of taking my anti psychotics, then I eat breakfast laced with sleeping aids, I usually sleep and stare off at the walls driving myself more insane until lunch and dinner comes. I rarely eat sometimes. At moments, my head throbs, and something strange happens. I'll act like a completely different person. Sometimes I'll get really aggressive, really sad, really slutty, or just completely childish forgetting everything I know. There's these voices that help fuel all that. The doctors don't know about the voices. I keep them to myself. The medicine isn't working. I just want to see my Bren and Delilah again. If only I could see them, I believe I could get better. I stare up at the ceiling, fooling with my plain white t