Sometimes Love Isn't Enough

I live my life for you

**Carlyn's POV**

Both Pete and Patrick have arrived, and they are trying to persuade me to take a break and to go get some food with one of them. I know I need to eat, but what if something happens and I am not here? Patrick says he will stay whilst I go with Pete and that he will call me if anything happens. Reluctantly, I get up and leave Brendon's side. Gently placing a kiss on his head before I leave."I'll be back soon, babe, I promise."

The bright lights and noise of the hospital bring me back to the present. I have been in that room for the past 36 hours. The only time I moved was to go to the bathroom. How can the world continue to go on when mine has come crashing down around me?

**Petes POV**

I can see how exhausted Carlyn is. She looks dead on her feet. She needs to take proper care of herself not only for her but for the baby as well. At least I have finally managed to get her to come to the hospital cafeteria with me. I know Patrick will let us know if anything changes. I'm still not sure what happened to Brendon that night. It has been playing on my mind, but I can't quite piece it together. Something just doesn't add up.

**Patrick's POV**

"Brendon, I'm not sure if you can hear me, I need you to fight for your life. You have a wife and a baby that you need to fight for." something is just not sitting right. I don't understand why he was at the rehearsal space that night and why on earth was he even on the piano platform in the first place, let alone without a harness. There are so many unanswered questions about that night, but the big one is who called 911? Was it Carson, the security officer at the studio? Why did he not call one of us as well? Why was Brendon there? What was he doing? It just doesn't make any sense.

Carlyn told us all about the fight they had that night and about the mood he was in when he left. I knew something was wrong when none of us could get a hold of him. It wasn't until Carlyn called me in hysterics saying that the hospital called and told her that Brendon had been brought in and could she get to the hospital as quickly as she could. I know Carlyn's not thought about any of this yet. She's just grateful that he is still here and fighting. I know she will, eventually, and I am dreading the fallout that will come from this. The Dr's have suggested playing some of Brendons' favourite music for him. Apparently, it is meant to help patients in a comatose state. Something to do with relaxation and stimulating neurotransmitters in the brain. It's got to be worth a try. It has to be better than sitting listening to the sounds of all the medical equipment that are currently keeping him alive.

**Petes POV**

Finally, I have managed to get Carlyn to eat something. "Carlyn, you cannot keep this up. You need to go home and have a proper sleep in your own bed. It's not good for you or the baby.
"I know Pete, but how can I? How am I supposed to sleep? How can I leave him here all by himself? What if he wakes up and no one is there?" I sigh, knowing I'm fighting a losing battle.
"Look, either myself or Patrick will take you home. One of us will stay with you tonight, and the other will stay with Brendon. That way, he won't be on his own. You'll have had some rest. You have to think of the baby as well. It's not goodcforvthe baby, the can pick up on the stress in your body and that is ot good. The Dr's have said that it could take days, weeks, even months for him to wake up." If he wakes up, I think to myself. There is still the possibility that Brendon will not survive this. I try to push this thought out of my mind as it is something I do not want to think about, certainly not just now. I can feel my anxiety bubbling away in the pit of my stomach. I mean, this is Brendon, the hyperactive idiot that we all love. He always bounces back from things eventually.

I know Pete is right, but it breaks my heart to leave Brendon here. Fiinally I give in.
"Fine. I'll go home for tonight as long as we are back here first thing in the morning." Pete gives me a small smile and breathes a sigh of relief.
"Deal, c'mon, let's go eat, and then we'll tell Patrick what's happening before you change your mind."

**Brendon's POV**

I hear the faint sound of music. I can't quite place it, but it sounds familiar. What is happening? How am I even here? We are at senior prom, and the music is getting louder. I remember now, it's Firehouse, I Live My Life For You. Carlyn and I are dancing. we look so happy. That's the night I asked her to marry me. She was laughing but shocked as we were both 18. She thought I was out of my mind. I wasn't, though. I was deadly serious. I had never wanted anything as badly in my life. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I had never met anyone like her before. She lit up any room she was in. She always sees the good in people and has such a huge heart. Get her angry or upset. That's a whole different story. You better take cover. She may be small, but by God, she would face Goliath. I should know, I've pissed her off many, many times over the years.

Obviously, our parents did not take us seriously and disapproved, but we were determined to make it on our own. We got married in Vegas just after graduation before we moved to LA to follow my dream of being in a band with our friends Ryan, Spencer & Brent. We had just been signed by Pete Wentz's record label and were about to start recording our first album as Panic! At The Disco.

Man, our parents were so pissed at us. Told us we were ruining our lives and that we would regret marrying so young. All hell broke loose when we told them we were actually married. We didn't care, though. When you know you've found your person, you know. We had been going to the same school for a few years. I had a bit of a secret crush on her for a while. The first time I tried to get her attention, it ended up with her shouting at me. I had tried to get her attention by tripping her slightly when she went past our table in the lunch hall. I didn't mean for her to actually fall. She landed on the floor with such a clatter that everyone heard and saw her fall. Everyone was laughing at her and she was beet red. I felt so bad for that. The next thing she was up in my face calling me a dick and an asshole. Man, she was so pissed. I never saw the punch coming. She has one hell of a right hook, but she looked so damn cute. As she walked away, I remember telling the guys that I was going to marry her one day. They all looked at me like I was delusional. I always did love a challenge.