Fatal: Part 3 (The Grand Finale)

Chapter 7

Warped Tour was absolutely amazing so far. It was awesome for the band to finally get to play main stage after so many years of playing smaller stages in the past. The fans were really excited to see MIW on the main stage, and it attracted a lot of new bands for the band too. And speaking of new, the band had announced a new album release a while back for their third album, Reincarnate. It would be out in a few moths and to get the fans both new and old excited for it, the band played a brand new song on Warped tour this year - the title track for the new album: Reincarnate. The fans seemed to be reacting to the new song well; some were even singing along despite how new the song was. The band had crowded signings, sold lots of merch, and were having an amazing time.

After another very long day, it was time for the band to move to their next location of the tour. Everyone loaded onto the bus and they took off. Chris walks into the back lounge, pulling out his phone. He sits down, lets out a tired sigh, then calls his wife.

"Hello?"

"Hi, baby."

"Hey! How was it today?"

"Good! One of the best days yet. I miss you though."

"I miss you too, honey."

"So what are you up to?"

"Making cupcakes."

"You're using the oven?"

"Mhm."

"So should I call the fire department now, or...?"

"No! I've been really bored lately without you here so I looked up some recipes online and gave them a shot. I messed up one or...seven times but I think I've got it this time!"

"Please be careful. Have you found any activities to keep you entertained that aren't dangerous?"

"I've tried some new makeup stuff. I'm still going to physical therapy, although I really don't need to anymore. I got some new clothes, new comic books; read a couple actual books. My mom and I saw a movie last night."

"Okay you do sound pretty bored."

"I am!"

"Just another month until your appointment and you'll find out what's up with all the cancer shit and see if you can start working again."

"I know, I know, I know; I've gotta be careful. I just with being careful wasn't so fucking boring."

Chris laughs, "You're so damn stubborn."

"But that's why you love me."

"It is, and you're damn lucky it is." Chris says, smiling.

x

A month later.

Buffalo, New York.

Chris was anxious today; more so than usual. See, McKayla's MRI and blood work were done the other day; and although Chris originally wanted McKayla to let him know immediately what the results were, they agreed to wait the two days for McKayla to come to New York and tell him in person.

So now, Chris sat on the bus, his head swimming. His right knee was bouncing. His elbows rest on his legs, his hands were folded and his chin rest on top of his knuckles. He was off in his own little world, imagining every single bad thing that could happen today.

"Come on, dude. She's gonna be fine." Balz says, immediately able to tell why the band's singer was so distressed.

"You don't know that." Chris says, not moving from his position.