Short Stories by Panic! At The Disco

Part One: This Is Gospel

Red lights flickered and a siren wailed throughout the streets of Lost Angeles. People screamed and teens cried as they laid eyes upon the unconscious bodies. Two cars had a head on collision. The one car held a man and his wife and the other was completely vacant. People muttered and whispered possible theories as to what happened.

"Murder?" One asked the other. "No." He said in reply. "Can't be, There was no one in the other car." Further down the strings of people, a young woman had a different opinion. "I think it was suicide." Many people agreed with this but there was no way to tell what definitely happened. The police considered looking at the traffic cameras but the power had conveniently gone out during the time of the accident.

"Move! Everyone get out of the way!" The paramedics hollered as they made their way to help the injured. First they pulled out the woman - who was just barley clinging to life - and placed her delicately on the awaiting stretcher. They then moved onto the driver, a man in his thirties who wasn't nearly as badly hurt.

"Sarah." He croaked, his eyes skimming over the gap between him and his wife until it finally settled on the brunette woman he hoped he'd see again. He reached out for her and she did the same until their fingers touched, blood rolling off her broken French tips.

"Brendon, Brendon please don't leave me. Don't leave me." She pleaded as the paramedics took them to different ambulances.

"I won't. I promise I won't ever leave you." He assured her before laying back down and letting the medics whisk him away, his eyes fluttering shut.

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"Can someone please get Dr Coleson?!" The nurse yelled as they pushed the stretcher deeper into the hospital. Everything was white from the freshly painted walls to the grout that held the ivory tiles together. "I have a crash victim that needs immediate attention." She continued to bark orders until her patient made its way to the operating room and got the attention she desperately needed. "Patients name is Urie, Sarah. White female in her late twenties." The nurse continued to fill out the form as the doctors got to work, trying their best to save the young woman's life. The operation was a tricky and dangerous one. There was a slim chance of her walking away good as new but because of her early arrival she would live.

The driver was luckier in the sense that the oncoming car that hit them, hit the passenger side allowing him to get away almost unscathed. He would suffer from trauma (who wouldn't) but other than a few Band-Aids and a bandage around his forearm he was fine. You can never be too cautious was a motto the doctors lived by so they proceeded to do a series of check-ups to see how his body would react in its unconscious state. Firstly the head Doctor - Dr Mc Call - shone a dull light into each eye to check pupil dilation. When everything was in order he lightly tapped his knee to check reflexes.

The double doors of the operation room opened and in walked a stranger to the hospital. He wore the standard surgeon's uniform but something felt off about him. The hospital was under a lot of stress so it was possible he was a transfer to help but the way his hallow brown eyes pierced through him just didn't sit well with the doctor. Mc Call raised an eyebrow.

"You're needed in room 127." The stranger said, his voice colder than the morgue. "I was sent to relieve you from your current patient." Mc Call played with this thought for a bit until he was comfortable enough to except it. The Doctor and his team began taking off their gloves and masks as the stranger walked further into the room.

The head doctor spoke. "We've done everything that needs to be done. If you could please take Mr Urie to recovery that would be a great help." The stranger smiled, revealing a slight scar on his upper lip. "And you are?"

"Pallock, first year out of med school." The two men exchanged a firm hand shake before Dr Mc Call and Co. left the room to go where they were needed.