Perri And Amber

Chapter 1 Part 6

****i'm sorry that this is late guys

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Amber****

Jordan's P.O.V:

There's something about seeing your worst enemy do something completely embarrassing.

There's something else about watching Perri fall on stage in front of twenty thousand people.

Something was bound to happen.

I saw how unwell he looked. How he went to the bathroom ten times. How he was sweating and losing focus.

Losing energy.

I wish I could have stepped in.

Done that flip instead of him.

It's a bit late now Jordan, isn't it?

We couldn't even take him to a hospital, they sent some people over.

When the emergency team carried him into that room backstage he was screaming in pain.

And he wanted no one else in there but me.

And he knows how pissed off I was with him.

"Is there blood...is there blood Jordan?" Pel keeps asking me.

"Don't look Pel." I say, leaning over him as the doctor tries to bandage his very bloody leg up.

"I feel sick." Pel says, for about the thirteenth time.

"Just let him bandage your leg-"

"I feel sick Jord-"

"What even possessed you to go out there?"

There's a silence as tears start streaming down his face. And tears start streaming down mine.

Because we both know that he's an idiot and he f**ked everything up.

The doctor utters words of sympathy to us but it's literally not helping anything.

Then he leaves and Pel and I are left alone in that room.

I can hear the fans screaming outside as Justin's voice rings through the speakers.

I don't care.

No matter how much he drinks. No matter who he sleeps with, no matter how much he swears, no matter how angry he gets;

He'll still be my little brother.

He'll always be my little brother.

And if it means staying here all night with him, I will.

"Do you want to explain what happened?" I say, grabbing a box of tissues and handing a few to him.

Pel sighs.

"I drank a whole bottle of vodka and in the past two weeks I've smoked eighteen packets of cigarettes."

"Right."

"And I feel sick."

"I don't know what to say."

"Is there blood Jord?"

"Yes. There's blood, Pel. Your leg is f**king bleeding. You've obviously broken something and you're going to be in excruciating pain for hours."

There's a silence again and he closes his eyes.

This has been happening a lot. He just drifts in and out of consciousness.

"Pel?"

He opens his eyes and looks around.