Andley- "The Broken Boy" (boyxboy)

Chapter 15- "Before It All Turned Black"

Ashley's P.O.V

A call woke me up, several calls actually, my phone was going mad. I groggily reached for it and looked at it, seeing more than a million missed calls. 3 from Jinxx. 7 from CC. 5 from Juliet. 10 from Matt. 7 from Gerard. 8 from Kellin. 5 from Vic. 3 from Jayy. And so on. If they all called, then it must be important.

With a sigh, I stood up from the bed and I walked to the closet, leaning on it and calling Jinxx's number. One ring. Two rings. Three rings "Ashley where the fuck are you!". Hi Jinxx, nice to talk to you too, yes I'm fine "At a motel, what do you want?". I could hear background noise, almost like... crying? And yells, mostly at me, I could hear my name, something along the lines of "did he pick up? I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard". I sighed and Jinxx spoke "Hospital, now. The one near the Asylum, hurry, it's an emergency" he hung up the call and my heart dropped. Emergency?

I quickly got dressed, grabbed my keys and head outside. I got into my car and I quickly got out. I was worried. I didn't know what the emergency was, but if they all called me, then it must be something serious. I hit the gas and I probably went over the speed limit, but I didn't care. I had to get there.

When I arrived, I parked and I saw all their cars. I quickly exited my car and I entered the hospital, to see Jinxx and CC with dried out make up over there eyes, standing at the doors apparently waiting for me. Once Jinxx saw me, he growled, went over to me and punched me. I rubbed my cheek and glared at him "What the fuck Ji-", he cut me off by grabbing my hand and both he and CC led me down some halls, much to nurses' pleas not to. We stopped walking after a good 10 minutes and I saw everyone, and I mean everyone sitting with their heads down, some crying and some just seeming to be dead, all huddled in front of a door. 

Though. There was one face I didn't see "Where... where's Andy?". They all looked at me, with blood-shot eyes and a frown on their faces. Matt was the only one who didn't look at me. He had his head against the wall, a broken look on his face, as he raised his hand and pointed at the door on the other side of the hall, where the were all facing. My stomach dropped and I suddenly felt nauseous. No, no please no. I walked over to the door, and touched the door nob, my hand shaking as I couldn't get my stare off the floor. I slowly opened it and a tears streamed down from my eyes at the sight in front of me. 

On the bed, was Andy, his eyes closed with a peaceful expression on his face. His arms were wrapped up, and he was hooked to a heart monitor. A doctor was inside the room, just looking at him with a blank face. He turned back to me and his words echoed through my head "He doesn't have much longer," he said "We couldn't stitch the cuts, and his blood loss was too fatal". 

My heart clenched as I heard choked sobs behind me. The doctor patted my shoulder and he left. A hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back, closing the door as well. The same hand pulled me back into the bright hall. My legs gave out and I sat down, staring at the floor, eyes wide and tears leaking them. 

Everyone was silent. Crying was the only sound that resonated through the hall. 

Not a moment passed before we had doctors running passed us, heading right into his room. The heart monitor was dropping and the doctors were huddled around him, there hands going all over the place and I couldn't even make out what was happening. "Clear!", one shock and his chest and body shot up, then fell limp. "Double it! Clear!", his chest raised again, then fell limp. "One more! Again double! Clear!", the third shock, his chest shot up, then fell limp. A long beep, that didn't end ringed through our ears. 

The doctor stood in front of us, looking down while he spoke "We tripled the normal shock pulse, but we couldn't get a steady beat. We're truly sorry for your loss".

I felt my mind shatter at that moment. Time stopped, and all I could make out and see was a doctor in the back, with dark brown hair and deep green eyes, long tan and strong arms, pulling a white sheet over Andy's face. He turned around and brushed passed me, his heavy footsteps the last thing I heard before all of my senses blocked out. 

Andy was dead.