"Pete Wentz?" I say in disbelief. "Yep," he chuckles lightly. "But.. how do you work on your tours and band.. stuff in the studio if you have to do doctor work?" I ask, completely flabbergasted. (A/N: I'm using those "big words" are you proud of me yet Daddy Wentz?) He reluctantly says, "I get by." Brendon clears his throat, maybe a little jealous?, and says, "Well, is she going to be okay?" Pe- or, excuse me, Doctor Wentz flips through his pages on his clipboard until he comes to a certain one and puts his finger on it. "Yes, it didn't cause too much harm. We'll let her out tomorrow, with a cast on her arm, and she can't move it too much. Come back to us in a month, to let us check on her shoulder. It may have fractured the joint, but we aren't sure, which is why we want you to come back in a month, and we may get the cast off. But for now, be careful," he says as he walks out. I yawn, as Brendon does the same. "Brendon, can you sing me to sleep?" I ask. He grins and nods, and as he starts singing the same song he was at the beginning of the concert, I wonder how I could love a man I was so annoyed of hearing about.
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I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't very realistic. I've never had to get an X-Ray, so I don't know what it's like.
Edit: Wait how does the reader know the names of the songs o.o
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| Brendon Urie x Reader | (ON HOLD, POSSIBLY OVER)
FanfictionY/N had a friend, by the name of F/N. She always talked about something called Panic! At The Disco. And when that certain friend takes Y/N to a concert of theirs, something happens, that nobody would've saw coming. === I'm sorry if I don't update on...
