You're an Angel

part five

"We've got to cancel the tour, it's not safe to have you out there," Tyler shook his head again, refusing. "Those kids need us, I need to be there for them, I need them. We can't just leave them with nothing," He said. They'd been fighting with the tour manager for hours. Tyler refused to cancel anything, saying he was perfectly okay and just needed a day. Josh wasn't on Tyler's side. Now that Blurry had attacked at a show, who's to say he wouldn't do it again? Not only that, but already there were articles all over saying how 'mentally disturbed' and 'ill' Tyler was, and nearly everyone around the world knew. For Tyler's sake, if no one else's, they needed to cancel the tour. Or, at least, postpone it until Tyler had an all-clear. Tyler didn't seem worried, which helped Josh to be a little calmer.  Still... he kept thinking back to the previous night. After Tyler had woken up, they rushed him to a hospital. Josh had a broken arm and stitches down his back. There was a matching set of stitches across Tyler's chest and neck. Blurry hadn't threatened Tyler since the last attack, nearly 12 hours ago. But every time Josh shut his eyes, he was back on stage, with Blurry's hands around his neck. How did Tyler do it? How could he go on after attacks like nothing had happened? Tyler and the manager started yelling again. Josh put his hand on Tyler's arm. "Tyler, we'll make it up to them, I promise. But I can't even play right now, dude. Not well, anyway," He said. Tyler sighed, finally giving in. "We have to come back before next tour," He compromised. Josh nodded. "We should get some rest,"

Tyler couldn't sleep. He could hear Josh starting to snore from the bunk under his, and he checked the clock. 4:42 pm. He was tired, but sleeping was terrifying. He punched the bunk with his fist. 'Why am I like this?!' he thought. 'I'm so afraid of hurting people, I'm so terrified of myself, I'm too afraid to blink,' Someone opened the bus door, and he tensed up, listening intently to whoever just got in. 
"We can't cancel the tour, it could mean losing the band. Tyler's already in too deep with this, if we cancel the tour we're saying everything's true- all the rumors, not just the true ones," 
"Yeah, but if we don't, Tyler could get worse. I mean, who's to say when Blurryface will start lashing out at the fans? It already attacked Josh, and it's never gotten physical. There's not much else we can do, not until Tyler's healthy," It was Mark and Chris. Josh's snoring had stopped. They were both awake, then. Tyler pulled out his phone, and started tweeting. 

'Everything's not okay, but we'll be alright. Blurry comes and goes. Stay alive.'

Mark and Chris took the conversation outside after a particularly loud fake-snore from Josh. "You awake?" Josh asked. Tyler grunted in reply. "Are you going to be okay, Ty? I don't want you to hurt yourself just because the fans-" "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Josh got out of the bunk. "Tyler?" He asked. No reply. "Tyler, we need to talk about this, I don't care if it's hard. If you're going to be in danger every time we get up on a stage, then we can't do this, at least not for now," "I'm FINE, Josh. We don't need to cancel any shows. It's fine," "Okay, whatever you say. But... just remember I'm up there too. I'll be here for you, always," Josh said. Tyler sniffed and rolled over. "Taco Bell?" Josh asked. Tyler was quiet for a minute. Then: "Yeah... that sounds good," "Alright. Let's go."