Complications(Adopted by Brendon Urie)

15. Tour

After a couple of days, a fractured leg and several tubs of ice-cream later I was feeling a lot better than I was. Luke didn't leave my side except for when I had to go to the bathroom, but even then he made sure I wasn't doing anything by sitting near the door and forced me to keep it unlocked. Honestly I thought it was overkill but he wouldn't leave my side even while we were in my therapists office, where we all had a conversation about my mental wellbeing and how important it is to not stress me and loads of other stuff I'd heard before. When I told Jacqueline, my therapist, about the small tour that I was going on with Brendon's band in the following week she strongly advised me to not go or to cancel it, which I obviously said no to.

Brendon and Sarah had enrolled me in online schooling for the short month that we'd be touring on so there was no worries with my education, and even though I was slowly failing school because of how much time I wasn't spending in class they hoped that my grades would improve. We were also able to book different appointments at different hospitals for my leg, and we organised a way for all of the data to be sent to the hospital I was being treated at.

In the end Jacqueline gave me her number so that I could talk to her if I wasn't feeling good, Brendon already had her number but it was a better idea for privacy if I used my phone to call or text her. Luke was a bit skeptical but I told him to grow a pair and realise that Jacqueline's my therapist and would help, not harm me.

I was given crutches, which started hurting my arms immediately when I used them, so I sat on my ass all day and got my food and stuff given to me, and when I had to do my business I got whoever was in the house to lift me up as I was 50 kilograms, which was light for most people who lifted me up. Luckily I only had a hairline fracture where my bone had originally broke and needed surgery, so I only needed to be in a cast for a few months.

~

"I'm going to miss you..." Luke wouldn't let me go, Michael and Brendon were trying to get him to loosen his grip on me.
"She's stopped hugging you mate, you've overdone it, she looks depressed now." Michael wasn't really helping but was instead poking Luke repeatedly and saying whatever came into his mind.
"You're not helping!" I raised my eyebrows at him and he gave me a look.
"Well you're not helping yourself!" He mimicked my actions and I came up with an idea.
I leant into Luke's ear and whispered, "I'll leak those pictures you sent to me if you don't let me go now..." Within less than a second he let me back on my one foot and I smirked then turned to Michael. "I just helped myself, thank you very much." He gave me a look of hurt and I hugged him saying, "I'll miss you too, even though it doesn't seem like it." And he hugged back, saying his goodbyes. I said bye to Luke one last time before Brendon carried me onto the tour bus.

"It seems like Luke has some attachment issues..." Kenny (ew) said from the couch.
"Tell me about it, this is the first time I've left him for a couple weeks but he seemed to be fine..." I said as Brendon laid me on the couch and walked over to the window, then proceeded to crack up laughing. "What's up with you?" I scoffed and he pointed out the window.
"Look- he- ahah- fucking Jesus!" He kept on cutting himself off and Dallon got up and looked as well, then proceeded to join him in laughing.
"Brendon! Dallon! Please don't tell me you're already on something..." I shook my head.
"N-no! It's way bet-ter than t-that!" Dallon laughed, I furrowed my brows and stood up to see what was happening.

The sight that was before me was incredible. Luke Hemmings was crying in his car, with a not very concerned Michael Clifford next to him. Wow. He really does have attachment issues...

*Snap* A photo of the situation was taken by none other than Brendon himself.
"Brendon... Don't..." I hopped over to him and tried to get his phone, which he held above his head. "D-dog help..." I whined and looked at Dallon and he shrugged. Rolling my eyes I sat back down on the couch, giving up. "When are we gonna leave?"
"When Jish and Joey get here we'll go." Brendon smiled, looking at the photo he had just taken.
"Jish and Joey? Never heard that one before..." Kenny said, I threw my head back and laughed as I pulled out my phone.

Me: It seems like you're having a hard time down there ;)

Giraffe Noodle: That's not what it looks like...

"Brendon Airdrop me the video I know you took of Luke crying." I said and he gave me a look.
"How do you and Sarah always know what I've been up too?" He squinted at me.
"Yeah, same with Breezy..." Dallon joined in and I winked as I received the video.
"It's a secret..."

Me: *video of Luke crying*

Me: Well it sure looks like it

Giraffe Noodle: Have I ever told you how much of a dick Brendon is?

Me: Yes, several times actually

Giraffe Noodle: Can you get him to delete the video?

Me: Knowing him it's probably already on every social media he has an account on

Giraffe Noodle: Urgh...

Giraffe Noodle: Hey I think Josh and Tyler are here, plus Michael's just turned the car on, have fun, love you

Me: Ok cool, love you too

Just as I turned my phone off the bus door opened and Tyler and Josh came in. They said hi, hugged us, and sat down on the couch next to me. We started talking for a little while and I started feeling tired, as I was awake for most of the previous night, both excited and nervous for the tour.

"How about you go and have a nap?" Josh suggested and I nodded, heading to my bunk and closing the curtain. Once I closed my eyes I fell asleep almost immediately, only to be haunted in my dreams by the only things that could get to me.

~

I jolted awake to find Brendon shaking me. "Annie! Wake up!" I looked at him, gasping for air as he hugged me. "Are you ok?"
"T-they've come back..." I stuttered, shaking my head, playing the pronoun game and confusing everyone except Brendon, Tyler, and Josh.
"Who- oh..." Dallon appeared and pulled back the curtain more than it was, revealing everyone looking at me.
Sighing, I said. "It's probably because Luke isn't here..." Brendon picked me up and sat me on the couch, where I dried my sweaty palms on my shirt.
"What were they saying?" Tyler sat down next to me and spoke in his soft, calming voice.
"They were telling me things about me, my flaws and why people keep on hurting me..." I frowned and started tracing my fingers across the scars on my leg that were covered up by my sweatpants.
"We won't leave you..." He whispered and I started shaking.
"They were saying what they said when I was suicidal, when I was constantly cutting and I did nothing to hide it. It's too much, my medication is barely working at the moment and it's physically, mentally, and emotionally killing me."
"Annie, look at me." He sat up straight and turned my head to face him. "If you cut, I'll cut, if you body stitch, I'll do so too, if you kill yourself, I'll kill myself, and don't tell me to not do it, because that's what I'm going to do."

I gave him a small smile and hugged him, feeling slightly better, and sighed when the bus came to a halt. "We're here..." Tyler said after a little while of me hugging him.
"I know..." I tightened my grip on him and he chuckled cutely, shaking his head.
"C'mon, get your crutches and head into the building you weirdo." He smiled and hugged me back.