Brendon P.O.V.
I'm have a date tonight with Sarah. I'm so excited, I have the whole evening planned.
First, we're going to go to the park. Not just any park, though. It's the park where I proposed to Sarah and told her I loved her.
Then, we're going to her favorite restraunt. It's a small Italian place a couple blocks from our house.
Finally, I'm taking her to see a movie. We love the movies. It's like we're in our own little world. Sometimes, Sarah and I don't even pay attention to the movie. We just kiss and hold hands the entire time.
Damn, Sarah makes me so happy. I smiled to myself just thinking about her.
I was getting dressed. I wasn't wearing anything too special, just a pair of black skinny jeans, a black button shirt, and a black vest. I slipped my clothes on and rolled the sleeves up to my elbows, revealing my Sinatra tattoo.
I smiled at myself in the mirror. I look pretty damn good.
I had a about 20 minutes until I had to pick Sarah up, so I lounged on the couch and turned a random channel on the TV.
I wasn't paying attention to the television until I heard a familiar name. Fall Out Boy.
I turned my head up and started listening. "Fall Out Boy's tour bus caught fire earlier today."
I gasped. Are they okay?, I thought.
"We are unsure if the band is badly injured, though witnesses say they heard Stump screaming from inside the bus. Witnesses also say they saw bass player Wentz carrying Stump out of the bus before it exploded. Witnesses were unable to see after the explosion."
My skin went cold. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My mouth gaped open, eyes bulging out of my skull. Holyshitholyshitholyshit.
"We have reporters at the hospital trying to get more information," the woman said to me through the screen. The image shifted to a woman holding a microphone. It looked like she was chasing after someone. I saw a flash of colorful skin and knew what was happening. The reporter was trying to get information out of Andy.
Leave him alone! I wanted to scream at the TV. Andy was walking fast, trying to get away from the woman. He turned around and I saw a dark bruise on his cheek and purple rings under his eyes. "Fuck off," he said, them turned and exited out of a door.
I had to get to them. I watched until the woman said where they were and ran out the door. I called Sarah and told her I was picking her up from the spa now. She asked why and I told her I would explain on the way. We had to get a plane.
*****
Elisa P.O.V.
Usually Patrick called me every day.
He always loved talking to Declan. We FaceTimed as often as he could, but we at least called and texted every day.
He texts me good morning, every morning. I don't understand why he wouldn't.
Something probably came up. I sure hope he's okay.
After checking my phone, I got out of bed and went to Declan's crib. He was stirring, not awake yet. I stroked his hair out of his face and looked at him. My beautiful baby boy.
He opened his eyes gently. I smiled and said ,"Hey, Declan."
"Ma...ma..."
"Oh my god! Declan, baby, those were your first words," I exclaimed. I knew he couldn't understand me, but I was so excited.
Declan giggled and grinned at me, like he was proud of what he had done.
I grabbed Declan and held him in my arms for a couple minutes. Then I ran to my phone and started texting Patrick.
To: Patrick <3
Baby, Declan said his first words! He said Mama. It was the most beautiful noise ever.
I waited for a response and got none.
Hmm, something important must have happened. I know Patrick. If he had gotten that text message, he would have responded right away, no matter what he was doing.
He must not have his phone on him.
That's weird. Patrick takes his phone everywhere. I was starting to worry. I should call someone, make sure my husband is okay.
I called Pete. No answer.
I called Joe. No answer.
I called Andy. It rang a few times before a very tired voice said ,"Hey, Elisa."
"Andy, is everything okay? I've tried calling and texting Patrick and he hasn't answered," I asked tentatively, afraid of the answer.
I heard Andy sigh through the phone. "You haven't heard?" He asked.
"Oh my god, Andy, what happened? Is Patrick hurt? Andy?"
"Elisa... Um... Our bus caught fire." I gasped. "Yeah, we woke up and heard our driver screaming. Patrick ran in there and saved him. Then he stopped the bus..." His voice wandered off.
"Andy, is he okay?"
"Do you want it the easy way or the honest way?" he asked.
"Andy."
Andy sighed. "Patrick hit his head pretty hard. They say he has a mild concussion. And the doctors say he inhaled a lot of smoke, which caused something called acute carbon monoxide poisoning. And... his arm, it was badly burned. So bad they say if something happened to it again, they'll have to amputate it. So, to sum up, no, he's not okay."
I was in shock. I almost dropped Declan. The phone wasn't so lucky. It fell to the floor with a bang, echoing throughout the room.
Patrick, my Patrick. My love.
I shakily set Declan down and picked up the phone. "Andy, is he going to live?" I asked, scared of his response.
I could hear Andy's grin, even through the phone. "Yes, Elisa. He'll be in the hospital for a while, but he's gonna live. I mean, his arm's going to be a bit shaky, but he'll be alive. You will see your husband again."
I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. "What about Pete and Joe? And you, Andy, are you okay?" I asked, a little more relieved about Patrick.
"I'm fine, just a couple bruises. Joe knocked his head and passed out for a bit, but he's okay. Pete had a couple small 1st degree burns and hit his head. But he'll be fine. We're all scraped up, but alive."
It was good to know that everyone was alive and okay. Andy went on to tell me that once everyone was stable in the hospital, he went back to the wreckage of the bus. He gathered everyone's stuff that survived (including phones and small important things each of the guys had). Andy had seen the text messages Elisa has sent Patrick and decided to call her, but Elisa had called him first.
"Well, Andy, I'll be on the next flight out. Text me the hospital, okay? Thanks for letting me know," I said.
And said goodbye and hung up. I called a few more people, becoming exasperated when no one could watch Declan for a couple weeks.
I was overwhelmed. I collapsed on the floor, sobbing. I was crying into my arms when I felt small hands playing with my hair. "Ma...ma... Mama..." I heard my son say.
I lifted my heard off the ground and cracked a smile. Declan could always make me smile.
I picked him up and fed him, eating breakfast myself. I called the airlines and booked two tickets. I had to take Declan with me, no one could watch him on such short notice.
I put Declan down for a nap and packed a few things. I was only taking the essentials, such as a couple changes of clothes for us, toiletries, my phone charger.
I woke Declan up and drove to the airport. I took a deep breath.
I'm coming, Patrick. I'm coming.
