Stitched Up Hearts (HIATUS/POSSIBLY DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 7-Secrets

"How are you feeling Andy?"

I opened my eyes-well my one good one-and looked around. The band was gathered around me, and I recognized the the walls and ceiling of my dressing room. I laid on a soft, plush pale couch.

"I feel," I responded slowly, "Like I got beat up."

"You did," replied Jake bluntly.

"Dude you can't just attack people like that," started Ashley but Jinxx shushed him.

"Dude let the man alone, he's in bad shape."

I looked around more, "Guys, where's Jen? Is she okay?"

Ashley nodded, "You can't see but she's on another couch. I'm fine too thanks for asking."

He spoke slowly I noticed, barely getting his words around an ice pack he had on his lip.

I tasted blood and looked at Jake, "Is my nose bleeding?"

"Like heck it is. The dude beat you to a pulp out there," he responded, "Um yeah bad news...if you can't sing then we can't perform."

"What?? I too can sing," I responded, then wondered, "Oh wait. I bet it's because I can't breathe too well."

"Wha? Dude if you can't breathe you obviously can't sing. Then there's your nose...dude I'm sorry," Jake uttered sadly.

"But w-wait, guys. You all heard Jen, she can sing," I responded, seeing the ray of hope.

Just then, a small female voice I knew well came across the tiny room. She was moaning in pain, "Ow...ow...oh shoot ow!!!"

Ashley went over to her, breaking the group up so I can look over. Thankfully she wasn't in as bad a shape.

"A-Ashley what happen," she slurred. She attempted to sit up and moaned again, collapsing back onto the couch, "AH!"

"You were saying, Andy," asked Jinxx, visibly disturbed. He got an ice pack for her out of the mini freezer and placed it on her abdomen.

"Guys it's fine. I bet I can sing," I replied, sitting up very slowly as to not disturb my injuries too much.

Jen whimpered, "It all hurts. I feel sick. I feel so sick."

Ashley felt her forehead, "Well, you don't seem to have a fever so."

"Well I mean I have horrible anxiety s-sometimes and it makes my stomach real...real-"
Suddenly she got up and dashed off, her hand over her mouth.

"Jen," I called, slowly standing.

"Well that's not good," said CC, plainly worried, "If you have anxiety to that extent.."

"I dunno guys. Lemme talk to her," Ashley responded, starting out after her. For once, I stayed put and was glad to. Faint sounds of puking was heard for a spell after, Ashleys calm tones of attempted comfort join in. A conflicting noise.
Minutes later he escorted her back in. She looked so tired, like someone had drained all her energy.

"Guys," she said, "I'm bad luck, or at least may as well be. I'm telling you right now, I-I'm bad to have around."

"What? No girl," Ashley exclaimed softly before pulling her in for a hug.

"So you have anxiety," I ask gently, walking over to her, "That doesn't mean you are bad. You just need a lil love and help."

"I," she said softly, hesitantly, "I need the music. That's all that's kept me going."

I slowly pulled her in for a hug once Ashley had stepped back, ignoring the pain in my body.

"If you need the music, then take all you need," I whispered in her ear gently.