ANYTHING | Van Mccaan (pt 1) - completed

Chapter 19 - Last Night

He laid so peaceful, yet so restless. My heart sunk knowing how the guy that I've ever only truly loved could be dying and I couldn't even tell.

I held his hand. It was still warm from the alcohol he had drank as well as the drug what he had been intoxicated with. His hair still stuck to the sides of his face, his clothes still damp, his eyes closed, his breathing..slow.

My thoughts of Van got distracted by the pain in my hip. It couldn't possibly be a bruise..it would've be showing by now.

No. Van health is more important.

I laid next him, unable to sleep. I waited for a noise or a change in his breathing pattern or for him to be sick. Anything just to know that he was ok.

I heard a groan. I shot up to see Van just moving, getting comfortable in his sleep. He was ok. I rested my head back down to the pillow, thinking how stupid I was to have dozed off. I thought of how he could have chocked on some vomit or moved and hurt some place in his body what needed aiding and I couldn't help because I would've been asleep.

Then I remembered. Don't they still have to tour? I grabbed my phone what laid next to me and pressed the home button: 09:26 am, 12 June 2017.

They had 6 more shows, a festival and that was it. It begins on the 15th. No more touring after this. A part of me was excited to get back on the road but the other was scared. What if Van was still sick?

I saw a figure move sluggishly into the room.

"Hi." I greeted with a whisper.

"How's he been?" He asked, walking around to Vans side of the bed.

"Good. He hasn't woken up yet.." I sighed and turned my head towards sleeping Van.

"He will soon. Benji texted me to say make sure that he drinks loads of water to help it get out of his system." He smiled.

I nodded. "Okay."

There was silence as we just looked at Van, just hoping for anything to happen.

"I can't believe Abby did this." I looked to Larry.

"I know." He sat on the floor, crossed legged, "I understand that she needed money off him but to fuckin spike his drink..unbelievable.."

Before I could speak, a mumble of speech escaped his lips.

"Van?" Larry, now rested on his knees.
"Mate, what did you say?" He asked, holding his hand.

"Lain' my breath." It sounded so weak and faint, I could really make out what he was saying.

"Losing..my breath?" Larry listened closely before speaking.

"Van? You ok?" Larry asked confused and concerned, holding his free hand.

"Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo." It was a mumble but Larry was good at understanding Van the most.

"Losing my breath doo doo doo doo doo doo doo." Larry smiled and rolled his eyes.

I felt tears build up in my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Larry smiled.

"It's our song." I smiled through a little laugh as tears filled my eyes, making everything blurry.