I love the things you hate about yourself (Brendon Urie X Reader)

Collar full...(pt.2)

(A/n: sorry in advanced o my gah)

-(Y/N)'s P.O.V-

Brendon just proposed to me. I couldn't think of a life without him. "Ye-" I got cut off. I had a huge chest pain that felt like someone was ripping my chest in half. "Come on (Y/N) don't leave me hangin'," Brendon said while cracking one of his famous smiles. Time stopped. My heart was racing as if I just ran 10 miles. I couldn't breath. My lungs were in pain. My eyes filled with more tears as the pain continued. Brendon's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you ok?" He asked with concern. I was grasping for air like it was my last resort. Hyperventilating. Everything started getting dark. "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Hey stay awake." A voice called out. I couldn't stay awake I was exhausted. No air.

-Brendon's P.O.V-

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" I shouted. I kept shaking her. She couldn't breath and her hands were cold like it took a year trip to Antarctica. 'Shit! Shit! Shit!' I thought. I checked her pulse. It was really slow. I called 911. "911 what's your emergency?" The operator said. "Hi my name is Brendon Urie my girlfriend-" I paused as tears well my eyes. 'What if she doesn't even make it to be my fiancé?' I thought. "-uh sh-she can't breath. I live in 5224 Kingston Drive in Los Angeles California." I said frantically. "Ok Mr. Urie we'll send some help." The operator said. "Please hurry," I said then hung up. I couldn't let her not breath. But she couldn't. I remembered the breathing machine that came with her last trip from surgery. I ran to our room and looked around for that machine. I found it, grabbed it, and then ran back to the music room in the matter of 1 minute. I checked her pulse once again, it got slower. "Come on (Y/N) don't you dare give up on me," I said as more tears flooded my eyes. I hooked up the machine. I carried her bridal style and sat down. I saw the mask of the machine fog up, she's breathing very slowly.

-20 minute time skip-

The paramedics came and we left to go to the hospital. 'I can't believe we're here again.' I thought. I pulled out the velvet box that held the ring. 'I can't believe that this happened to her. Especially her. She doesn't deserve anything bad in her life because she's so sweet and amazing.' We arrived at the hospital and (Y/N) was rushed out of the ambulance and into the hallway on her gurney. "Sir stay here," a familiar nurse said. I sat down silently. I pulled out my phone and contacted some of her friends and mine as well. I grabbed my headphones out of my pocket and started playing a playlist (Y/N) made for me. We decided whenever we missed eachother and I was on tour I would play her playlist and she would play mine. "Hey Brendon, it's (Y/N) I decided to sign with Pete so you're the first one to hear my song, please don't be harsh," she giggled. I didn't know she signed with Pete. If anything this is the first time I've ever listened to this track. She must've added it in. Sneaky lil (Y/N). Piano started playing into my eardrums. "I know you're hurting. I know you're sorry too. I didn't mean to hurt you." She sang beautifully. "But I..can only be in love with you. I can't go around all alone without you." (Y/N) sang. I started tearing up. Her voice is beautiful, but the lyrics were even better. I felt someone shake me and I wiped my eyes to see Dallon, Spencer, Josh, Brianna, Pete, and Kenny. I pulled out my earphones. Sympathy was coated all over their faces. "Hey Brendon." Dallon said we exchanged hugs. As well as everyone some with tears in their eyes. "So how you feelin?" Josh asked. "Like shit." I said. I wasn't lying. I felt like shit. "So what happened?" Brianna asked. She's one of (Y/N)'s friends, Nataly moved away for a better job leaving Josh and (Y/N); probably not the best choice. "Well (Y/N) has stage 3 lung cancer and I proposed to her and sh-" I felt tears well up once again. "She passed out and couldn't breath. I'm guessing fluids filled her lungs and they're trying to pump it out." I said breaking down. "Aw Brendon." Kenny said and tried to give me a hug but I broke away. "N-no, I'm s-sorry." I mumbled.  I need air and I felt like I was suffocating due to my anxiety. My fear. I hated every second of it. I went downstairs and went to the parking garage and started sobbing. I punched some walls. I was filled with rage and my knuckles were coated in crimson colored blood. I felt angry and sad. But mostly sadness. Kind of numb.