Six Feet Under the Stars (Jalex Fanfic)

I'm Alright Like This (Ch. 15)

ALEX

Last night was a blur. I remember almost everything, bits and pieces faded from my memory from the alcohol, but as the doctors tried to help me remember, you could say I was less than helpful. Doctors made me feel uneasy and the fact that Flyzik risked his life for Jack added to the uneasiness of the whole situation.

Jack, Vinny, Rian, and I were sitting in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, occasionally getting questioned by a doctor or nurse. Jack was a wreck, not being able to stop crying from last night, while Vinny and Rian were the most silent I'd hear in years. The waiting room was bright white, abstract art hanging on the walls, and it smelt like cheap hand sanitizer and latex. The nurses were too chipper for the job, even the ones that looked like they were trying a cure a hangover from festivites last night.

Jack finally got up and marched out of the hospital, scratching at his hands as he left. It was another one of his nervous habits. I ran after him and grabbed his hand as tears streamed down his face. His hair was sweaty and matted to his soaked skin while his shirt was the same.

"Jack, it'll be okay. Everything will be okay." I said to him, not even believing my own words. I didn't want to lie to him, but I didn't even know the truth to begin with. Jack shook his head, his lip quivering and voice shaking as he spoke.

"Alex, I am praying to a god I don't believe in right now! Flyzik is in there, alone and for all we know, could be dead and gone by now!" He wiped his eyes with one hand, yet it didn't help the tears that wouldn't stop falling. I wanted to take away his pain.

"Jack, you don't know that. For all we know, he is laying in the bed and watching House reruns." I said back, although I knew those words weren't true. Flyzik was hurt and not even optimism would help in this situation.

I yelled at someone to call for help, while I ran towards Jack and Flyzik. Jack was okay, only having a couple scrapes from the dirt groud. Flyzik, though, wasn't in good shape. He was for sure passed out, or dead, and had burns all up half of his body. It was like looking at the Phantom of the Opera with no mask on. Jack was in hysterics by the time the ambulence got there. They didn't tell us what was wrong with Flyzik as they took Jeff, the other sober one at the party, with them.

I looked at Jack and took a deep breath, holding my hand out again as I realized he let go. He was still crying, but quieter now, like he was about to fall asleep. Jack looked like a wreck. He always looked good to me, but his eyes were bloodshot and you could see where the tears had dried on his face. This boy I loved was killing himself over an accident. A foolish accident that I should've known was going to happen. I took him in my arms, the guy I loved, and kissed his head. He stopped crying and his breathing slowed down.

"Alex?" Jack mumbled into my chest as I ran my hand through his two toned hair. I hummed a reply in his ear as I contemplated what the situation was with Flyzik. Was he dead? That was too terrifying to think of. Maybe it was just a coma. That was still scary, though.

"Do you think Flyzik will be okay?" Jack finally said back to me. I stayed quiet for a couple moments. How was I supposed to answer that without getting his hopes up? I kissed Jack's head and closed my eyes before murmuring back, "I honestly don't know."

I wasn't lying. I didn't know. I, also, wasn't telling the truth, though. I felt in my heart that I knew the real outcome of this and I didn't have the balls to tell Jack. Jack was all about optimistic living and being happy. I couldn't tell him that it wouldn't be okay. I sighed softly in his ear and walked back into the hospital, my hand still gripping Jack's.

As we got into the hospital, we noticed a nurse talking to Rian and Vinny. She looked happy, from what we could see. Yet, she was also young, maybe just 23, so she was trying to act happy to look like a good nurse. I couldn't tell. I sat down and Jack sat on my lap, acting like a sad child. It was adorable in the saddest way. Sighing, I kissed the back of his hand while the young nurse talked.

"Well, Mr. Flyzik is in critical condition. He has third degree burns on his left side and broke his left wrist. It also seems that he is very out of it. He woke up a few times, but not enough to say words. We think he might have a case of amnesia, but we cannot tell yet. We would prefer for him not to have visitors until he is fully aware of where he is, in case of lashing out. You can go home and we will keep you posted." The nurse, with a name tag that said Amy in curly writing, told us in a cotton candy sweet voice through hot pink lips.

Jack's head hung low and I took a deep breath. We had already talked to management and Vans to say we had to cancel for a few dates and we would catch up in a couple weeks. Warped Tour had barely even started. Rian and Vinny got up, looking at us both. They looked exhausted and I couldn't blame them. Spending Fourth of July night filing out medical papers was a first for all of us.

"Jack, let's go back to the bus, come on." I said softly in his ear. I knew he didn't want to leave Flyzik, but it was for the best. Vinny had texted Jeff anyways to come over here with Zack to make sure they would know if anything happened. Flyzik would be okay, he had to be. Who would gather us for concerts without him? I bit my lip as we took a cab back to the bus. I mentally tsked myself for overthinking again. I couldn't overthink this. I just had to stay calm. Not only for myself, but for Jack, for the fans. I had to stay calm for everyone.

We got back half an hour later, happy we ended up back in the bus in one piece. Las Vegas taxi cab drivers were the some of the most interesting ones you would ever meet. Jack said he was going to go to sleep and I didn't ask him any questions. He needed to rest. I sat in the back lounge, frowning at Jack's and my left monsters from the previous day.

If only I could go back in time and trust the bad feeling I got. I wish I knew that it was true and not just some nervousness. Closing my eyes, I put some earbuds in and turned up Blink 182 which played in my ears. Music helped me stop worrying, even if it was just for a minute. And let me just say, I was very grateful for that minute.

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