Your Nickle Ain't Worth My Dime, Kellin.

Who Are You Now

"I'm sorry, you need to leave. I don't care how famous you are, you have been here long enough. I have bent some rules just for you to enter this room. Staying here for 27 days is LONG ENOUGH," a female voice said, followed by a protest and steps out of the room.

I don't remember how I got here, or who is talking, but I can recall that I have just woken up from what seems like I've slept for a month. Judging on the conversation that just took place in what is said to be my room, I HAVE been asleep for about a month. Or 27 days, same thing. I might as well open my eyes, and although I am quite weak, I heard something about someone being famous. The first thing I see is a person which I presume was a doctor or nurse kicking the so-called famous person out. She was adjusting some tubes hooked up to me. I tried to say something but couldn't, considering I haven't talked in 27 days AND there is a tube somewhat down my throat. All I could manage was a faint croak.

The doctor jumped a little," Oh you scared me! Thank God you are awake. Some guy by the name of Kellin was bugging me all this time while you were in a coma. Would you like something to eat?"

She removed some things that were hooked up to me so that I could talk and sit up. 

"Yeah. I'd love something. Can you bring him back in?" I asked, wondering who this Kellin person was.

She gave a quick nod while leaving the room, leaving me to an influx of memories of why I am in here. I was heading to a concert, but was so rudely interrupted by a tour bus crashing into me. Then my arm getting stuck, and the giant gash across my forehead, and Kellin Quinn, Sleeping With Sirens' lead singer trying to get me out. Then it hit me. KELLIN QUINN WAS WAITING FOR ME!? If I could, I would fangirl at what happened next, but I was way too tired to even react like I would in my normal state.

Kellin Quinn walked into the room, looking like he just hit a puppy, which, metaphorically speaking, he did about a month ago.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry my tour bus hit you we were just late to our own concert and you were hurt so bad and..." He started speaking but considering I couldn't process this all now, I cut him off.

"Shut up. You are making my head hurt talking that fast. Was I really out for 27 days? And were you really in here all that time!?" I couldn't believe what I have just comprehended.

"Um yeah. OH I forgot to introduce myself! How rude. I'm Kellin Quinn. Lead singer of...."

"Yeah yeah I know who you are. I was on my way to YOUR concert. Now is that a way to treat a fan? Especially one with literally NO MONEY to pay for this!?"

"I got it covered. I'll even buy you a new car. And house. Just please don't sue me or anything like that."

"Thanks but I wouldn't SUE you. Sure I'm a little mad that my first car was destroyed but, as long as it's getting replaced, I'm good. Thanks for like waiting here or whatever you did. I'm Zero."

"Zero I'm so sorry."

"It's.... It's okay. Come here," I motioned my arms to give him a hug.

In my mind I was secretly fangirling like no other, but at the moment, I couldn't physically act upon those emotions, as mentioned. Too tired.

A look of sudden fear took over his face, "Just don't look at Twitter."

"Why?" What was he talking about?

"Fans are really mad that I cancelled the tour for you, but it was worth it. I had to apologize as soon as you woke up. They are even more mad at you for quote on quote "being in the way,""

"That's fucked up. Like that picture of that girl in Columbine High School posing like she had a gun. I thought nothing could be even more fucked up than that, but this?! I've lost faith in humanity.

"Well, let me restore that faith for you..."

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