Through Your Eyes ✦ Vandy

XVII

Song of the Chapter; The Light Behind Your Eye's - My Chemical Romance {♡}

- Vic's POV -

It's been almost a week since the accident. I didn't sustain any major injuries, a few broken ribs, a broken leg, and a fractured elbow.

Nothing major.

I wish I could say the same about Andy. He should be up by now, here. With me.

But I was alone for now, sitting in this goddamned room clutching his hand for the sixth day in a row. He was conscious and alive, but was in a coma. Doctors say with the injury he received to his head he was lucky to be alive. They said he might've lost his memory, there was no way to tell yet. They said he could hear me, hear us talking to him.

His parent's flew in the second they heard what happened. His mom was sitting across the room and his dad went for coffee for the eighth time today. We wouldn't leave his side.

How could we?

I brought my guitar in a few times, played some songs for him. But my hand hurt way too much to do that all the time. So now I just sang to him without it, I told him how much we loved him and that he needed to come back.

I haven't been in school either, that's been the least of my worries. My mom and dad wanted to fly in too, but I told them not to. They'd want me to go back with them, and I just couldn't leave Andy. I wanted to be here when he woke up, I wanted to kiss and hug him most of all.

Gerard, Frank, and the others dropped by frequently too. Sometimes I was glad they came and they cared about him enough to come. Other times I wanted to yell at them to leave, he wasn't dying so there was no need for tears. But I cried as much as they did, more probably.

Mr. Biersack came back with coffee and food. I accepted the coffee but denied the food. I was on heavy medications they made me nauseous all the time.

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It was 3 in the morning when I decided that I should probably get some sleep.

"I love you, Andy." I whispered and kissed his forehead.

I started to gather my various cups of coffee when I saw Andy's hand slightly move. I rushed back to his side and saw his eyebrows pull in together like they did when he was confused. I harshly whispered to Ms. Biersack and she rushed to his side, Mr. Biersack not far behind.

Andy groaned slightly and moved his head. His eyes fluttered open slowly and he looked at his parents first.

"Mom? Dad?" he croaked. I missed his voice so much. Mrs. Biersack cried a bit and comforted him smoothly.

He turned to look at me, confusion was plastered over his face, "Who-who are you?" he said.

Tears sprang into my eyes and my vision went blurry. Mr. Biersack called out for a doctor. "Andy, don't, don't you remember me?" I said, I could tell there was a hint of laughter in my voice.

He's just messing with me.

He looked up at me the same puzzled expression on his face, I dropped the empty cups and ran out to the hallway. The doctor and a few nurses walked briskly into the room and immediately started questioning him.

I let the tears fall, what was I going to do now?

It had been over two hours before a doctor explained to me what had happened. He lost some of his memory, if he didn't remember me it was probably as far back to a few weeks, to months, to years. He recognized his mom and dad but doesn't remember signing up for Irving.

I nodded throughout his explanation, I gave them my phone number and told them to call me if he remembered anything.

I walked out of the waiting area and back out to the street.

I didn't know it at the time, but that would be the last time I'd see Andy for many years.