The Candy Floss Guy 😎(a Brendon Urie Fan Fic )

chapter 8

Brendons P.O.V

I woke slowly . a bright white colour surrounding Me.

There was a intoxicatingly strong smell of cleaning products filling my nose.

My head was throbbing and the rest of my body was numb.

I tried to lift my head but, your entire body being numb makes that process painfully hard. I turnt my head instead scanning the room around me.

There was nobody here and there were and a small variation as tubes sticking out of my arms.

There was an annoying ass machine next to my bed and it was beeping constantly. I think it was a heart monitor?

Why am I here? Am I dead!?

Shit no..I can't be.

I started waving my left arm the one with tubes in trying to shake them out.

I heard the heart monitor speed up as my pulse did with all the efort I was putting into A movement that usually would require minimum effort.

The tubes refused to come out so I tried pulling them out with my right. Only to find that my hand and wrist was in a cast.

Now this alarmed me more causing me to shake my arm more violently.

The monitor beside me beeping more frequently and louder.

It was just as there was one tube left to get rid of that a doctor came rushing in.

An alarmed expression in his face.

He walked over to the left side of my bed in long hurried strides.

He crouched down to pick up the dislodged tubes from the floor.

"Okay Brendon. I'm going to need you to calm down so I can put these tubes back in your arm" he said calmly.

But I was far from calm. Why did my head hurt? why was my left hand and wrist in a cast? Why couldn't I feel my right leg?

"Where Am I ?! Who are you?! What have you done to me?!" I rushed out all at once as he tried to steady my still thrashing arm.

" Brendon my name is doctor stump and you are in hospital , please hold still for a moment." he was focusing on sticking needles and tubes back in my arm.

"And I. haven't done any thing to you." he said in a sarcastic tone looking up at me.

He was short,with gingery-blonde kind of coloured hair . he has green eyes and was quite pale.

"Well... Why am I here then?" I questioned. " well Brendon , you tell me?"

"What do you mean?" at this point I was really confused.

I was in hospital with a banging headache, my arm wrist was in a cast and I couldn't feel my right leg... But the doctor didn't know why?

"Well your mom went to check on you, you had blood pouring out of your head and knuckles,there was vomit everywhere, your leg was twisted at an un-naturall angle beneath you and there was blood on the wall. She rang us, and when we got there she was sobbing uncontrollably and cradling your head... So yeah. You tell me What happened Brendon ?"

I was shocked. The memories came flooding back as he spoke."oh.." I whispered.

"You remember yet sunshine ?"

"Yeah..yeah I do"

"Do ya wanna tell me..."

"It was because I had a pretty bad argument with this girl I liked.."

"Okay.. So how in the name of pete wentz did you end up like this?" he exclaimed gesturing at me laid on the hospital bed.

"Well some shit happened. She brought up the dad I never met.. And told me that I needed lessons on how to be a real man. And told me she didn't want to talk to me again, and I just got really angry beat the shit outa my wall.

Then something happened to my hand when I last punched it.

The pain was over whelming. I got really dizzy , attempted to stand up but my legs were numb and I felt one of them snap beneath me I fell forward hit my head . threw up and hit my head again.. That's all I remember"

I looked up and Patrick was staring at me wide eyes with his pen against a note pad that he had produced from no where.

When I looked up he glanced back down and started scribbling away whilst he asked me questions.

"so you have any anger problems or mental illnesses Brendon ?"

"Not that I'm aware of " I said fiddling with my thumbs. He wrote something down then continued.

"Have you ever been tested?"

"Nope"

He jotted something down and looked up at me.

"Do you think that's something we should invest in Brendon?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know you're the fucking doctor!" I snapped.

I rubbed the nape of my neck feeling guilty.

"Um yea my actually that might be a good idea?"
He looked at me worriedly .

"Where's my mom?" I felt really childish. But I was lost without her..

"Um... She's probably on the waiting room.. Do you want me to get her in for you"

"Naahh... Just wondering where she is.." I paused. He looked up at me confusedly..

"Of course I want her in here!" I snapped again.

He scurried out of the room taking his note pad with him.

I slouched forward with my head in my hands.

I heard murmuring outside my door but I couldn't make out the voices or the conversation.

I flung my self back , which I instantly regreted , as I hit my head on the metal head board.

I groaned in pain and clutched the back of my head where I had hit it .

I ran my fingers over the back of my head.

I could feel where it has been shaved down and I could feel stitches, which
I guess is where I had hit my head.

Now I had to get a completely different hair style ... Great. I had more stitches on my slightly over sized forehead.

I covered my eyes and groans again. Then I heard some body enter my room.

A/n

See I told ya beebo was fine. Sorry this dragged in a bit... I got carried away okay 😥😂 1080 words for you guys ! My chapters are gradually getting longer aren't they 😂 okay I love you all ❤💕💎
Stay strong 💪

-Skye

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*kill me now ....please?*