After the EMTs and police left, I went back into the house, scoping out the damage that had been done. I walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, stopping in the doorway of Joe and Andy's guest room. I sighed, walking inside, stepping over clothes and credit cards thrown about the floor. I looked over, seeing a scrape on the wall from Joe's suitcase, the paint being replaced by a black skid mark. I looked down at the bed, at a patch of smeared blood that led to the floor, where there was another small patch.
I looked back down at the floor, where Joe and Andy's suitcases were. I looked in Joe's, kneeling down and moving a shirt out of the way. I sighed when I saw the bloody razor blade lying there. I gently picked it up and went to the bathroom, flushing it down the toilet, then walked back to their room. I bent down, starting to pick up the clothes. I set each of their suitcases on the bed, putting random clothes in each, since I didn't know which clothes belonged to who.
After I finished picking those up, I picked up the contents of Andy's wallet, putting the cards back in the little pockets. I found the keys to the suitcase and put them back in the wallet as well, then put his wallet on the dresser. I zipped the suitcases back up, then leaned them against the dresser as well.
After that, I went to the bed, stripping the bed of the sheets and blankets. I balled them all up, then threw them in the wash right away. I went through the closet in their room and pulled out new, freshly washed sheets and blankets. I made the bed, then put the pillows back on. I left their room and closed the door behind me, shaking my head slightly.
I walked back down the hallway, into the kitchen this time. I was glad I had shoes on, because I stepped on glass; it crunched against the hardwood floor. I went to the pantry, grabbing the broom and dust pan, then bent down, starting to sweep up the glass. Once I got it all swept up, I threw it away, then wiped up the little bit of water on the floor and on the counter. Right as I finished, Pete, Meagan, Elisa, and Bronx walked in, Saint and Declan in their arms.
"Hey guys," I said plainly, showing almost no emotion whatsoever.
"Hey ... What happened? Why'd you have to leave so fast?" Pete asked, setting his things down.
"Um, well," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Come sit down," I said, walking to the couch. "Andy always gets worried about Joe whenever he's alone, and we left him alone while we went to get you guys, and well, he did some things," I explained, being mindful of Bronx's small ears. "and long story short, he was rushed to the hospital after my neighbor called the police because of the things she heard. Andy hasn't called yet, so I don't know what's up. I'll try calling him in the next half hour or so."
"W-Wow," Meagan said, swallowing hard.
"Is he still alive...?" Elisa asked, asking the question everyone wanted to know the answer to.
"When the EMTs arrived, he was pronounced dead, ruled as suicide. But, they got him back, then he basically died again, but they revived him a second time, then they left. To my knowledge, he's still alive," I explained, seeing a tear fall down Pete's cheek. "When we got here, we saw the lights flashing from the police cars and the ambulance. Andy ran up to an officer and asked what was going on, then they talked, and the cop almost arrested Andy for 'battery on an officer,' which he couldn't have done. Andy didn't touch him in any way, so if he was arrested, it would have been illegal and I said I was going to press charges. Needless to say, Andy didn't get arrested."
"Damn ..." Pete said. "I hope they're both okay."
"Kind of a roller coaster of emotions today, already, huh?" Elisa asked, I nodded.
"Um, well, why don't you guys get situated in your room?" I asked, standing up, leading Pete and Meagan to their room, across the hall from Joe and Andy's. "There's a couch in here for Bronx. I know it's not ideal, but I hope it's okay for however long you all stay."
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"Dear Hiatus..." (Sequel to A Living Hell) // Fall Out Boy
FanficAsk yourself this: What if Fall Out Boy were to go on hiatus ... again? (Read the whole description as the first chapter) (Also, cover credit goes to my best friend, Libbie @falluotboy)