Game Over (Andley)

Blinding Light

[A/N: So wattpad erased this chapter like 20 minutes after publishing it and i was so pissed but I figured it out, finally. There's an option to view chapter revisions and luckily this was saved in it.

Wattpad, you are walking a fine-fucking-line right now. Sorry for the confusion, guys.]

There was something so unsettling to Andy in that moment. What Ashley had said went right over his head, and what Andy was primarily focused on was the change in Deviant. It didn't even look like Deviant anymore... Instead of the leather, it was slightly baggy jeans and a grey tee shirt. His hair was tied back a bit, but messily. It looked like he hadn't slept in days... maybe even weeks. The honey brown eyes were clouded with sadness and regret as he gazed at Andy.
"Deviant- What?" Andy hissed, gripping his head tighter as the pain intensified. "Ah- Shit- Fuck, make it stop, please-" He collapsed in on himself, body quivering.

"C'mon, baby blues..." Deviant whispered, voice cracking. His voice sounded so distant; so far off in his head. It only made Andy's head hurt more.

"Stop it! Make it stop, it's too loud! It hurts!" Andy shrieked, curling in on himself further, as much as he could. Everything was spinning faster, the light was becoming brighter, nearly blinding. Deviant didn't move. He continued to stare just as heartbroken. It was like he couldn't hear Andy at all.

"Andy... Sweetie, please. Wake up... You have to, please." His voice whispered, as the light enclosed around Andy and consumed him entirely. And then.. everything was completely black.
Everything was gone.

He stood in total darkness and turned to look over his shoulder as he saw what looked to be two blinding headlights coming at him at full speed.
"Wait, no-" He held his hands up, but the car hit him anyways.
And then Andy's vision went black, the sickening sound of his bones snapping and tires screeching being the last thing he heard.

Everything was totally consumed by darkness, including Andy. He felt nothing but that floating sensation; like he was suspended in time entirely and... he felt... not real. Nonexistent.

He felt dead...

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It had been three and a half months since the accident.

Three and a half agonizingly long months...

Andy went straight into surgery. He was in beyond critical condition. Ribs were shattered, nearly collapsing in on his lungs. His nose broke, his leg twisted to a horrifying angle, one of his arms was crushed.

If Andy had taken another step before being hit, his spine would have snapped. One sliver of movement could have paralyzed him forever...
At least that's what the doctors said.

Andy was lucky to be intact. That's all that Ashley cared about.
His angel was still alive, but he needed tubes. He needed tubes to breathe. He needed tubes shoved down his throat to be fed. He needed to be monitored by all of these machines 24/7.

His skin was so pale, like a porcelain China doll. So peaceful... but so helpless...

Ashley sat in the chair by Andy's hospital bed, both hands clasping the cold hand of his lover.

"Please, Andy... Please, please, please." Ashley leaned his forehead against Andy's cold hand, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "They want me to sign off on pulling you off the ventilator. They said the chances of you ever waking up is nearly impossible, but I know you're in there. You are in there somewhere, I know you are, please."

He lifted his head and pursed his lips, eyes gazing at the ceiling as tears slid down his cheeks. "C'mon, baby... Wake up." He breathed on a shaky exhale.

It was all his fault for what happened to Andy. Everything was his fault that night...

It was so hard to think about, but it replayed in his head over and over. Every night when he closed his eyes...

The night it happened, they were in the studio. The band had all gathered there, working on their third studio album, and Andy had stepped out. He had been talking to a new producer, apparently, because he was unhappy with the current one.
The rest of them were all watching CC track drums.
And then Andy stepped back in.

"Guys, I found a new producer!" Andy had beamed proudly, a grin upon his face and a twinkle in his beautiful eyes. "He wants us all at his place this Thursday."
Ashley remembered a wave of fury ride through him. He remembered seeing red. He remembered standing up and pulling Andy outside again.
He remembered scolding Andy for being impulsive; scolding him for not talking to the rest of them before making an agreement like that.
He didn't remember exactly what he said. Hell, he didn't want to, but he vaguely remembered some words and phrases... 

Dumbass.

I can't believe you.

Just leave.

You're such a fucking control freak, Biersack. Why do I put up with you? 

And then he went back inside, leaving Andy to stand in the studio parking lot all by himself.

"I think you were a bit harsh on him, Ash... He is your boyfriend, after all." Jinxx had said awkwardly as Ashley came back in.
"He'll be fine." Ashley had retorted, sitting down on the couch. He remembered seeing CC stare at the window, a look of concern on his face.
"He's leaving on foot.." CC had murmured.
"Then let him go."

Jake frowned and said nothing, going out the door to go after Andy.

The room was in total silence. No one dared to breathe a word.

And then everything happened at once. Everything happened too fast.

Jake came running in,  out of breath and panicking. "Call 911- fuck, where's my phone?" He rambled, running around frantically. They all stared, saying nothing. Jake stopped and stared at them. "Someone fucking call 911!"
Ashley swallowed thickly.
"Jake. What happened." He asked quietly.

Jake ran both hands through his hair. "Andy- he- he wasn't looking and he- I tried to call out to him and I tried to get his attention but he kept walking and he- it hit him and-"
"What happened, Jacob!?" Ashley seethed, grabbing him suddenly.
"Andy got hit by a car." Jake spit out. Ashley's face paled, shoving Jake out of the way and running out the door to Andy.

As far as he knew, one of the guys called 911, and an ambulance was on scene within minutes. But it took too long for Ashley's liking.

The car had swerved in attempt to avoid Andy. The wheel caught in a deep pothole while it took the sharp turn in the attempted swerve, and it flipped, hitting Andy.

The car was on top of Andy's arm and his foot, leg twisted sickeningly beneath him.

The driver survived with whiplash, a broken nose, and a concussion.

Andy was just barely holding onto life. 

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fucking fair. Ashley didn't know which was more unfair. The fact that the driver walked away, back to their happy fucking life, or the fact that it was Andy clinging to life by less than a thread in the hospital, and not Ashley.

"I deserved this, Andy.. Not you." Ashley whispered.

There was a knock on the door, but it didn't disturb Ashley at all. He sat just as still as he had been before.

"Ash?" The rhythm guitarist stepped into the room quietly. "The rest of us are going to go out for dinner... Do you want to come with? It might help you get your mind off of all this."
Ashley made no reply, lowering his head against Andy's hand again.

Jinxx shut the door and pulled a chair up next to him, quiet. "What's on your mind?"
Ashley closed his eyes.
"He doesn't deserve this... My baby doesn't deserve this-" Ashley whimpered pathetically.
"Ashley..." Jinxx sighed.

"Why him? Why Andy? My angel... My baby blue eyes- he doesn't- he can't die, Jinxx, I can't lose him!" Ashley hiccuped, letting Andy's hand fall limply to the bed. He leaned forward and folded his arms over Andy's chest, burying his face in his arms. "He has to wake up. He has to..."

Jinxx watched sadly and reached over, placing a hand on his back. "I know, Ashley... I know..."

[A/N: JINKIES]