Learning to Re-love

The Incident

      Wilbur was on his tour, he was singing the songs from his band's newly released album, Wake Up & It's Over. 

His fans were screaming, Quackity was watching from the side, admiring his fiancé. Wilbur was all sweaty from playing the guitar, so were his band members. 

But Quackity's eyes were only locked onto Wilbur. The way his hair fell over his eyes, the way his fingers glided over the guitar strings like water in a stream. 

The way Will played had Quackity drawn. Nothing else could've snapped him out of it until he heard a noise that sounded like something breaking.

 He looked around, puzzled, he brushed it off thinking it was staff or someone backstage. The band continued to play for hours. The crowd was really enjoying it. They were screaming, cheering, recording, and singing. Anything you name, they were probably doing it. 

The band stopped the concert because it was getting late and the album was over. They were thanking the sponsors of the show while Quackity noticed the light fixture started swinging, then... BAM. 

The light fell on Wilbur, impacting his head heavily. He fell to the stage floor, limp, unconscious. Alex ran onto the stage, using help from Ash, to move the light. 

The audience was in terror. Their favorite singer being crushed by a stage light. Traumatizing. Quackity lifted his head, holding it close to his chest. "William, please.. CALL SOMEONE YOU FUCKING IDIOT. " While he was begging Wilbur to be okay, Joe rushed to grab his phone to call the nearest hospital.

       When the ambulance arrived to pick up Will,  all of the crowd had left due to security pushing them out. Alex was still holding onto Wilbur as if both of their lives depended on it. EMS had to convince them to move away from him so they could get Wilbur onto the ambulance. 

They put him onto the stretcher, taking him into the back of the ambulance. "Hey, Alex," Joe put his hand onto his shoulder. 

"We're going to pack up and meet you at the hospital." Quackity looked at him, holding Wilbur's beanie in his hand, grasping it, tearing up. "Yeah, I'll meet you guys there." He ran out onto the EMS, leaving the rest of the band to pack up. 

"I hope he'll do okay.." Mark looked at Joe. Joe replied with "He'll be fine... He'll be okay.. I hope," he muttered the last part under his breath. Meanwhile in the EMS, Quackity was next to Wilbur, squeezing his hand. "Do.. do you think he'll be okay?" he asked a worker on the vehicle with tear filled eyes.

 "Well we don't know, he isn't bleeding but he did take a blow to the head." This made him hold back a tsunami of tears. He kissed Wilbur's hand, muttering things to him, praying to God he'll live.

       Arriving at the hospital, the doctors took him in instantly due to his recent head trauma. They were taking X-rays, blood clot tests, MRI scans.

 While doing this the crew showed up. The members walked in and saw Quackity sitting by himself, curled up in a chair. "Hey." Mark came up to him, sitting down, followed by Ash and Joe. He hesitated before continuing the conversation Mark tried to start. 

"Hey..," "So.." Mark dragged. "Is he okay?" ...Why would he ask that? Quackity doesn't even know himself. "I.. there's not much I can tell you. The only thing they really told me was that he might be here for a while." 

Mark nodded in response. Everyone sat in silence. No one knew what to talk about, or how to start a conversation about a topic like this.