Quiet Like a Ghost

Chapter Eleven: Worry

Opal's POV:
My lungs burn from oxygen deprivation as I hold Devin in my arms. I have no clue what just happened, I woke up and his hands were around my throat. It didn't take long to realize he was asleep, mumbling to someone who wasn't me. I only understood one word or actually a name, Brandon. Who is Brandon? I've known him to talk about him in the whole year we've been together.

He wasn't crying anymore, hiding his face in my breasts, not letting me go. He doesn't remember his dream but that doesn't help me worry any less. He needs a doctor, there's too much going on.

It's almost four hours later, we didn't let Dev sleep, letting him doing anything else. He says his migranes are better, only a slight dull throb, which going off of his track record of lying about pain, is about a five on a scale of 0-10. But he's functional, talking, being nicer, making jokes.

He's talked Chris into letting him play the set tonight, which I'm still not happy about. When I tried to talked to him about my disapproval he said he understood why I wasn't for it but he needed a distraction and to get out of the bus. Which I also understood. The nice about our relationship is we can disagree with eachother and still respect eachother to let the other do as they please within boundries.

Ryan and Ghost are talking, about Allie, Ryan's wife. They got together after us but Ryan was automatically completely infatuated with her and when they started dating he got the idea of having a family with her in his head so it didn't take long for him to pop the question. Allie loved him just as much and his adoration for her made her feel like they, even though only been dating for a few months, were compatible enough to get married.

"Earth to Opal..." Ricky whispers. "Sorry." I look at him to see what he had to say. "Are you sure your okay? You've been a bit out of it since he, uh..." He coughs awkwardly not wanting to upset me. "I'm alright, just worried about him." I say quietly, the way both me and Devin do when lost in thought, as we always are. "I know, but it should be getting better, he said himself, his head isn't hurting as much."

"He says..." I whisper, showing my frustration with him. "Opal... You know he's trying to be strong for you right? He's a very sensitive person usually so all this, he's doing for you." He tries to make me feel better. I can't help it, I walk out of the bus and keep walking. I don't know where we are but I don't care.

I need some air. I need so much more than that but space is all I'm asking for. "Opal! What are you doing?" Devin calls, walking over to me. "Baby, you need to go back inside. I'm fine, I just need some air." I tell him, starting to feel my chest tighten in a sign of a panic attack. Why am I having a panic attack? "No, I'll stay. I don't want you wandering around somewhere you aren't familiar with." He kisses my forehead lovingly. "Your head..."

"I'm fine. Really this time, it's not that bad." He tells me, holding my hands. I'm taking deeper breath, begging it to stop, but I feel like I'm drowning. "Babe? You okay?" He asks, pulling me into his chest, comforting me. "Panic attack..." I tell him, holding on to his shirt. "Shh, remember when we went to the cliff with the stars?" He asks. I nod, closing my eyes, knowing he wants me to think back on the stars.

"The stars so bright and beautiful. The ocean below us, the starlight illuminated your face, you looked so beautiful." He rambled in memory. My breathing stablizes and I look up to have his lips press against mine.

For a minute everything fell away and it was just us. Everything that I've been stressing about left and I am calm. He pushes me up, forcing me to jump up onto him. Then he broke away, carrying me back into the bus.

"Hey sorry if I bothered you..." Ricky apologizes thinking I was upset. "No, it wasn't you. I've been stressed." I tell him, laying my head on Devin's shoulder. "Let's go to sleep." Devin whispers just so I can hear and carries me to our neglected bunk. "You're not going to fuck are you?" Ricky complains. "No promises but probably not." Devin replies seriously.

We fall asleep cuddled together, eventually being woke up by Chris. "Buddy, if you wanna play, you gotta get up." He tells Devin, shaking his shoulder. "I do but give me a minute." He groans leaning over on me more, away from Chris. "Fine but no bullshit." He walks off.

"You awake?" Devin asks, kissing my neck, nipping at it playfully. "Now definitely..." I giggle under his touch. "I feel great..." He smiles, kissing my lips. "I'm glad, I've been missing that smile." I kiss him deeper, his hands fumbling with my jean button, maybe I can keep him off stage. I start on his pants as well, undoing them.

"Time's up." Chris pulls him out of the bunk. "Really?! Perfect timing dude." Dev yells sarcastically. "You want to play? Your playing. Now button up your pants and come on." Chris pushes. "Cunt..." Devin mutters under his breath.

It's a few hours later and it's time for the show, Devin using every spare second kissing me or touching me. Which I don't mind, I like his attention. "Ghost! Let's go, showtime!" Chris calls him. "Coming!" He yells back, quickly kissing me and taking my hand walking me over to side stage.

"Have fun." I tell him as he kisses my cheek, saying he will, and running on stage after Ricky. I watch them preform, mainly watching Devin in case he gets a headache or stumbles. I am extremely worried and a little paranoid that something's seriously wrong with him. It could be so many things, infection, tumor, which I don't even want think about, that would mean surgery and everything else.

Out of nowhere, he stumbles, having trouble standing, and eventually just falling on his back. "Dev!" I scream running towards him. He isn't conscious, scaring me. He is breathing though which helps me not go insane, but my anxiety is through the roof as tears run down my face. I hold him close to me as Chris tries to pull me off so the EMTs can take him but I can't let go of him. What if he dies? I need him, I love him.

Chris finally manages just to pick me up, whispering comforting things that I don't listen to, sobbing into his shoulder. "One person can come with us in the ambulance." One of the EMTs says. "Me." I tell them, Ricky quickly objecting. "No, Opal, you aren't emotionally stable, I will. Chris can drive you." He tells me. I don't fight it, it's true. I'm sobbing like a baby, barely able to hear anyone over myself. Chris sets me down, still holding me close, trying to console me. Their were still quite a few fans that didn't leave as asked the were watching us. I look over at them, their worried looks not comforting at all.