Shut Off // Andy Biersack x Reader

part 3

All was good for about fifteen minutes until your symptoms American back only accompanied by a huge stomach ache and nausea.
Whatever Andy gave you wasn't gonna be staying in your system for long.
So, doing the reasonable thing, you got up, ignoring the pain best you could that was residing in your stomach and said, "excuse me." Very politely before walking calmly to the bathroom to throw your guts out.
As soon as you puked you could hear Andy jumping from the couch and running for the bathroom where you where.
"Y/n are you okay?!" Andy asks worriedly.
"That's a bit of a Stupid quieston to ask. Don't you think?" You say calmly, clutching your stomach and holding back a whimper of pain as you spit into the toilet again before flushing.
"Can you please do me a fafor?" You ask.
"Yeah anything " He says worriedly.
"Anything? Well good. Be a lamp and get me my jack Daniels bottle. It should be on the counter in the kitchen." You tell him casually.
"What? You want alchol right now? Y/n that is the reason your throwing up! You need to keep it out of your system!" He tells you reasonably.
"Listen biersack I have a nauseating pain in my stomach, I'm puking. I dont feel good, you said you would do anything for me. Now, get me my jack please" You say to him.
"Y/n all of this is cuased becuease you have had to much alchol. How long have you been like this?" He asks.
"You mean semi okay to exist in this fucking world? About three months! Now. Get. Me. My. Fucking. Jack. Please" You say again only this time more sternly and rather pissy.
"No." He says, walking over to the sink and filling up a cup.
"Andy, I'm about to flip shit." You tell him.
"The flip shit. Kick me, punch me, scream at me, he'll, stab me if you want, but your not to have jack Daniels right now. Your hurting yourself." He says, handing you a glass of water.
"Now, if you want to get better, I suggest that you work with me." He tells you sternly.
"Andy. Get. Me. My. Jack daniels!! I'll get it myself if you wont!" You yell at him before puking again and groaning from the pain that was still firmly planted in your stomach.
"FUCK" you yell, clutching your stomach harder.
"Y/n get up." He says softly and you shoot him a glare.
"Stop telling me what to do." You say.
"Y/n. Get up." He repeats.
"Stop telling me what to do." You say again.
"Y/n for the love of god get up or so help me!!" He says louder this time and you try to get up, deciding not to see what Andy was like without his cool.
He helped you after seeing that you where having troubles.
He flushed the toilet for you and carried you bridal style to the couch where he laid you down.
"Andy where are you going?" You ask, but he doesn't respond before he disappears out of your sight.
He comes back a moment later with shoes in his hand and he says, "come on, I'll help you into them."
He kneels on the ground next to the couch, helping you slip on the boots.
"Andy why are you putting shoes on me?" You ask.
"Stay." He says, ignoring you once again.
This time, he had shoes when he returned.
"Andy I won't be going anywhere until you talk to me!" You state but he didn't seem to care and you didn't seem to have much control over it.
He picked you up and headed for the door saying, "I'm taking you to the doctor y/n. I dont know if your okay and I won't have anything happen to you if I can prevent it. Does your stomach still hurt?" He asks softly, worry evident in his voice.
"Yes." You groan, clutching your stomach harder.
He sets you down in the passenger seat, helping you to buckle in before going to the drivers seat and starting up the engine and pulling out of the driveway.
You guys made it to your destination and he carried you inside the buildingup to the front.
You didn't really hear what he said to the women at the front becuease your one ear was pressed against his chest and you where also to busy focusing on hat felt like lava in your stomach
The fuck was happening? You wondered to yourself.
You hadn't ever had this problem or felt anything like this before u til now so you decided to blame Andy for this. He was the only thing new about your life and all the sudden bad things where happening. God damn it Andy!
Before you knew it you where taken away from andy and into a different room.
you don't really remember what happened after that becuease you blacked out from pain, but something did happen.
When you did wake up however, you where back in an all to familiar hospital and an all to familiar bed.
"Ffuuuuucccckkkkkkk" You groan, hating having to be in another hospital bed.
"Jermyn! Jeremy!" You call, trying to find the normal doctor who tends to you usually when your in here.
However, jeremy wasn't the one to walk through the doors, instead it was a taller man, blond hair, stunning blue eyes and glasses.
"Hi miss l/n. I'm James, jeremy is currently on vacation." He says in a rather unsuspectingly deep and gravely voice.
"Welll... james....when will he be back?" You ask, feeling rather uncomfertable by this new person.

"Miss l/n can I ask how long you have been having large amounts of alchol I your system?" 'James' asks.
"You may not." You reply, clutching your stomach again.
"Miss this is important. I need you to tell me." He argues.
"Listen...james....I dont need to tell you anything. I am here against my will. I dont like you. If you want information your better off getting it from Gregor upstairs who's in a coma and has been for two years." You tell him.
"How did you know that-" He starts but you quickly cut him off again.
"Lucky guess" You say quickly. That was a lie though. You had been in the same room with him before... multiple times...he was always your favorite roommate in the hospital when you had to have one becuease he didn't talk to you.
"Now, please leave me alone to die in peace." You say very distantly.
James's mouth opens as he's about to argue but you see him close it again and just sigh and get up.
Shit this fucking hurts. Why do I have such a bad stomach ache and headache?! This sucks! I feel like I just woke up from a bad dream! Why ham I sweating and shaking like thiss?! I haven't felt so nuesuas before in my life! You think to yourself, feeling like shit.
"Y/n?" A fimilure voices calls from the doorway.
"Andy I wanna go home." You tell him, pouting slightly.
"You can't right now, they need to keep you for today..can you please tell James how long you have been like this for? Please?" He asks softly, kneeling on the ground next to the bed you where on.
"He can eat shit first." You huff like a child.
"Y/n this is important. Please? " He pleads, taking your hand slightly.
"Andy let go of my hand or its going to make contact with your face in a second." You tell him calmly and you feel him jolt away quickly.
"Y/n the longer you decid not to speak the longer they are gonna have to hold you here." He tells you and you think about it for a moment.

"On one condition." You say after a moment of thought.
"What is it?" Andy asks.
''You have to get me my jack." You tell him.
"Y/n you can't be drinking in a hospital!" He tells you indignantly.
"Do you want your information or not biersack?" You ask him.
"Y/n listen up. I dont know you to well, but you need to trust me on this one and give them the information that they need. Not doing so isn't gonna help anyone. And they are gonna get the information anyway, it's just gonna be more long a and tedious " Andy protests.
"Well then let it be that way." You say stubbornly.
"Y/n stop being stubborn and think for a good minute. You hate hospitals obviously, your in pain and they can't help you if you don't tell them anything, and your only gonna be here longer becuease you are to stubborn to tell them anything." He says and you huff indignantly at him.
"What if you just told me?" He asks.
"And you tell them? No." You tell him.
"Why don't you want them to know? They only wanna help." He asks.
"They wanna help?"You say, luaghing slightly. "No. Andy. They don't give a fuck about people's health. They are in for it for the money. And I don't want them to know becuease it's non of their fucking buisness, or yours for that matter. You don't have to be here. You've got better things to do. I can deal with this on my own." You tell him.
"Y/n just becuease you can do something on your own doesn't mean you have to. I'm not leaving you so you best give that dream up quickly. Can you please trust me on this?" He tells you sternly.
"Fine. Bring them in." You say coldly, looking straight ahead instead of at him.
"Okay." He says, letting a sigh of almost relieve out before getting up and disappearing for a second before you could see the James character come back in.
"I've been doing this for four months. Almost five. Okay now leave." You state, never looking at him, nor giving him even enough time to get close to you.
Fuck you...'james' You think to yourself, saying his name in your head like a begrudging child.