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by snowfoxmask

by snowfoxmask

//Note: I'm not so happy with this chapter but I promise, soon there will be more Brentrick in it

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There was a long break of silence. No one said something. Brendon had so many questions, but he felt, it was not the right moment to ask them. His gaze wandered from the blonde one to the blackhaired one, and back. Who are this people? Should he know them? Just now, he realised, that he don't remember any thing. What was with his family? What was with his friends? Why was there no memory? Nothing, just a black space. The only thing, that was in his head, was his name. Brendon. He had heard it somewhen earlier, not sure who said it. Maybe this wasn't his name? But for now he would stuck with it.

Patrick opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but closed it without any words again. He had barely see what had happen on stage. His attention was by the crowd and the music when it happen. It was too late when he already noticed what had happen.

Now the blonde just stand there, uneasy. It was too quiet, much too quiet. Was Brendon alright? Patrick shook his head a bit, looked nervous to Pete, who seemed to think about something.

"So, Mr Stump, Mr Wentz. Your friend is almost alright. The only thing that is damaged, is a part of his brain....the part who is responsible for memories. I'm not sure, when he will remember something again or will be able to creat new memories, since it's unclear if it's Anterograde amnesia or/ and Retrograde amnesia",with this words he looked up from the paper, looked to Patrick and Pete, who seemed to be confused by the two new words. "Anterograde amnesia means not to be able to creat new memories and retrograde amnesia is when a person lose the memories that he/she had before the accident." Pete frowned for a moment at the words from the doctor. So, that means that Brendon actually don't know anything?

"Do we need to send him to school again or so?", he asked curious. The doctor just shook his head. "Not all people forgett this kind of stuff Mr. Wentz. It depends on how damaged the part of the brain is, but from what I can say, no. But for now, he needs his rest. You can take him home, after all he isn't hurt anywhere else and there is no real danger anymore. The three days of sleep really helped him"

Patrick bit down at his lower lip. There was also no memory left? No memory of all the great times they had? It hurted to hear this. How long would it take until Brendon could remember something again? Weeks? Months? Years?

Brendon had just listen silently. It was kinda creepy not to be able to remember anything. Until now, he didn't had realised that he had stared at Patrick for a long time. When Patrick finally looked at Brendon with a sad expression, he lowered his gaze. Who was this person? What was he? His brother? His friend? A relative? The only thing, he could say so far, was that he was kind of important to him. He could feel it.

It didn't took long and the doctor left the room, let the three alone. Patrick cleared his throat. "Brendon? Do....you know who I am and who this person beside me is?", he asked uneasy, hoped that at least the brunette could remember this.

"I...don't, sorry." His words were spoken doubtful, just like as he wasn't sure by himself. For a moment he met the gaze from Patrick, saw how sad and hurted he looked at him, it almost broke his heart so see him like this. "It's okay Bren. I'm Pete and the blonde guy is Patrick. We are two good friends from you", Pete said tried to smile. Maybe he would remember something just by hearing this names?

Sadly it didn't seemed like it. "We should leave this place...I don't like it. I suggest we first go back to the tour buses and then deceide where we go. " Patrick nodded in agreement slowly made his way to the door. Why did it even hurt this badly to know, that Brendon forgott about him? Sooner or later he would remember him, right? So why did he still felt bad? With a little sigh, he opened the door, waited for Pete and Brendon to come.

Brendon hestitated for a moment. Tour buses? They were on tour? Why? He was miles away with his mind. Slowly he stood up, walked to Patrick, gave him a small smile.

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When they arrived by the tour buses, the other looked surprised and happy at Brendon, almost run to him. "Hey Brendon! It's good to see that you're alright!", Dallon greeted him, earned a confused look from Brendon. "Hey, what's wrong Brendon?" Before Brendon could answer, Pete interrupted them. "We will cancel the tour. Brendon can't sing like this. He has amnesia"

Dallon's mouth formed a small "o". "I'm Dallon Weekes, the guitarist from our band"

"I'm in a band? What do I do there? Play the drums?" This would explain why there were on a tour. A band.....And suddenly there was a blurry picture from something....a stage, beside him a man playing the guitar. He couldn't really say, who it was, the picture was still to blurry.

"No, you actually the lead singer", Dallon answered. Did he really don't remember anything? Dallon wanted to ask Brendon something, when they got interrupt the second time. This time it was a Patrick. "We talked and deceided that we go to Brendons place. He might remember something when he see his home?" The taller one nodded, waved a goodbye before left them alone to pack his things. Without a singer there was no tour, right?

"Are you alright? Do you feel any pain?", the blonde asked worried. "Yea, I'm fine dude, don't worry", Brendon answered, kept his gaze down. The image from the other, hurted and sad, was still in his mind. Even when it wasn't his fault, it felt like it.

"We should go then. Maybe we arrive at your place before it's night"

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//Note 2: Would it be okay when I just skip the drive to Brendons place? And would someone read my other Brentrick story when I would post it? :D