Another Way Out || Hollywood Undead and 9Lives || Fanfic ||

Giving In

Charlie's POV
"N-no." I softly said, with my head in my hands "fuck, no!" I yelled "he can't be dead! That's my best friend!" I screamed
"Sir, we tried everything." The doctor said calmly.
"Obviously not if he's fucking dead!" I screeched
"Jordan, calm down." Matt put his hand on my shoulder. I pushed Matt away making him fall over
"Fuck you, Matthew! You don't fucking understand!"
"Please, sir, keep your voice down." The doctor said
"No!" I pushed him out of the way "im going to see Jorel!"
"Y-you can't." He went in front of me
"Get. The. Fuck. Out of my fucking face!" I punched the doctor. Next thing everything went black.
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Gadjets POV (I read online that Gadjet's real name is Anthony. So imma use that)

"A-Anthony?" I heard Jimmy mumble
"Jimmy. Thank fucking god." I said in relief
"W-what happened?"
I looked down "I don't exactly know. I wasn't told anything" I looked into Jimmy's eyes "I'm just glad you're okay."
Jimmy winced and he looked down at his stomach. He lifted up his shirt and a bandage covered in blood was on his stomach. "W-what the f-fuck?. I-I got stabbed."
"By Aron."
Jimmy quickly looked at me and backed away "where is he?"
"I don't know. Aron told me you got into an incident and he had to take you to the hospital. I knew he wasn't that nice. He obviously stabbed you."
Jimmy looked down as the doctor came into the room. "Good to see you're up, Jimmy."
Jimmy just kindly smiled.
"May I talk to you in the hall?" She looked at me
I nodded and we went into the hall.
"We need to take him to a Psychiatric hospital." She said
"W-what?" I said in disbelief
"He's depressed and it will help him."
"I don't think it will." I muttered
"Why do you say that? Do you know something we don't?"
I stared blankly at her "u-um-m" I shook my head "we are in a band. We need him." I said "I need him."
"Is he depressed because of the band or family problems?"
"How the fuck should I know?" I lied. She can't know about Aron. That would be a one-way ticket to hell for me
"You seem like your hiding something, sir."
I shook my head "fuck! He gets abused by the band. Okay?! Is that what you wanted to hear?!" I closed my eyes tightly
"Oh my. How many people abuse him?"
"About 4."
"Did you ever touch him?"
"No. I knew it was wrong but I didn't have the balls to do anything or tell anyone."
"For how long?"
"About 5 years now." I muttered
"Oh no. Do you know who stabbed him?"
"N-yes." I gave in, looking down "Aron Erlichman. My fri-band mate."
"He can go to jail for this. He will go to jail for this. Attempting to murder, abuse." She shook her head "I'm calling the police."
I headed back into the room and Jimmy was staring at me "J-Jimmy."
"W-what's going to happen to Aron?"
"Jail." I said bluntly, standing in front of Jimmy. Fear quickly consumed his face
"You're safe." I grabbed his hand, I felt his body tense "I won't let him hurt you anymore."
"T-thank you-you." He looked into my eyes . Our faces moved closer
"James are you up?" Someone knocked on the door.
I quickly backed away and turned around. Danny Murillo stepped inside. "Hello, Daniel." I glared at him
He rolled his eyes "stop acting like a fucking child, Anthony. Most of what's happening is your fault."
"My fault?!" I growled "how the fuck is this my fault?!"
"Anthony, please calm down." Jimmy calmly said
"Let's see.." Daniel started "James nor Jorel would be in the hospital if you manned up and beat the shit out of Aron. You don't deserve Jimmy's trust. For fucking 5 years you never did anything about this! You're a fucking horrible person."
I clenched my fists and glared at Daniel "I couldn't!"
"You mean you didn't have the balls too."
"Fuck you!" I yelled
"D-Danny?" Jimmy softly said "where is Jorel?"
Danny looked down
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Danny's POV
"He's losing a lot of blood." The doctor said "he's pretty close to being dead and I'm afraid there's nothing else we can do."
"I'll give him my blood." Charlie fell to his knees "I'm the only one that has his blood type."
"You do know that the amount of blood he lost could kill you if you helped?" The doctor said seriously
"I don't care! He's my best friend and I rather me be dead than him." He started to cry "I probably wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for him. He was there during my darkest times." Charlie closed his eyes "what kind of friend would I be if I didn't try?"
"C-Charlie are you sure?" Matt put his hand on Charlie's shoulder
"Yes." He stood up "I made up my mind."
The doctor hesitated but nodded "y-you have a very high chance of not making it. About 85 percent. even if you do make it there is a chance we won't have enough time to save him."
"Then why are we just standing here? Let's go." Charlie said eagerly. The doctor nodded and they left.
"Charlie's dead.." Johnny muttered
I closed my eyes "I hope not. I hope they both get though this."
"His chances of dying is quite high, Danny."
"We should at least have hope!" I clenched my fists "he's our best friend. What kind of friends would we be if we just gave up? What Charlie is doing is a big thing. He's going to try save thousands of people of becoming depressed and sad because of this. We helped so much people, throughout the years as a band. I'm not going to let that all go to waste." I got up and walked away.
I walked around the hospital for about an hour and decided to go see James.
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"Is he still in surgery?" Anthony questioned and I nodded slowly
"Are you okay James?" I walked closer to them
"I would be great if I knew how Jorel was doing."
I noticed That Anthony looked down "he will be fine, Jimmy. For now, you should just rest."
"Thank you." He smiled. I nodded, leaving the room.
"Daniel!" I see Matt came running up to me "they're out of surgery."
"It's been like only 2 hours."
"Well, its not like they're doing a fucking lung transplant. We are not able to see Jorel at the moment. But we can go sit in Charlie's room."
I nodded and let Matt lead the way.