Everything You Are - Brendon Urie *completed* (part 2/3)

fifty-one: you should take it a day at a time

*Brendon's Point of View*

"I wanna go where everyone goes, 
I wanna know what everyone knows,
I wanna go where everyone feels the same." I stopped strumming and sighed, dropping the pick in my hand and picking up the pencil sitting on the notebook in front of me, staring at it. For some reason I couldn't get past this line and it was driving me nuts. I realized I hadn't checked my phone in a while, and assumed there would be a text waiting for me from Charlie. When I picked up my phone, however, the picture of the two of us I'd had as my lock screen was visible with no notifications. I frowned as I unlocked my phone, looking at the conversation I'd left open when I locked it last, just a simple text I'd sent 30 minutes ago that read "Did you figure out a ride home?" 

Charlie said she'd text me when she got home, and she should have gotten that figured out a long time ago. But she did also say that she'd text me if she didn't figure it out. My mom had been home for a while now. She was probably just frustrated and tired and forgot to text me back is all. I decided to text her again and see if she'd reply. 

*Charlie? I'm a little worried. Did you make it home safe?*

I set my phone down and tried not to get impatient. I was probably just being paranoid, like always. She's probably been home with Muffin for a while now, painting or just petting her while listening to music and trying to relax. Or taking a shower. I shouldn't be worried. 

I turned back to my notebook and tried to focus back on the song, but I had no luck. I spent about 10 minutes tapping my pencil aggressively against the paper, getting slightly more frustrated the longer I sat in writer's block, my girlfriend not texting me back, and the anxiety of the situation beginning to set in. I checked my phone and she still hadn't opened any of my texts. It was now 9:45pm and she would usually be settling into bed and texting me goodnight by now, yet there was nothing back from her. My heart started pounding if something bad had happened. I had no idea if she was in a bad neighborhood or something, what if someone came by and snatched her? She was strong, yeah, but if she was in the wrong place at the wrong time there's no way she'd be able to defend herself. 

I texted her one last time before I set my phone down and tried to calm myself down. 

*Please text me back when you see this. I'm really worried.*

Suddenly, there was a pounding on my door. "Brendon?" My mom sounded frantic on the other side. 

"Mom? What is it?" I asked, and she opened the door, her hands shaking as she had her phone in one of them and a panicked look on her face. For some reason, I had a really bad feeling that it was about Charlie. 

"Brendon, baby, I'm so sorry," she said, tears falling from her eyes as she stepped in my room and took my face in her hands. 

"Mom! Talk to me, what happened?" I asked, feeling my stomach rise to my throat. 

"It's Charlie," she whispered. "She's been in a really bad car accident and she's in the hospital." 

"No," I mumbled. "No, this cannot be happening." I pulled away from my mom, pacing back and forth a few times, my vision blurring and I felt my throat tightening. I quickly walked down the hallway and threw open the toilet seat in time to vomit into it, my mom sitting behind me and rubbing my back as I emptied my stomach, shaking and tears falling out my eyes. 

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" she asked softly. 

I nodded, right before I heaved again and threw up one more time. My mom continued to rub my back, getting a glass of water for me as I slowly stood and flushed the toilet, my hands shaking. 

I rinsed my mouth out and then rinsed it with mouthwash quickly to get the awful taste of stomach acid from my mouth before hurrying out to the car with my mom, who called one of her friends from work to come watch my brothers. The entire car ride to the hospital, I couldn't stop shaking or crying, my mom rubbing my arm as she tried to get there as fast as she could. 

When we reached the hospital, we entered the waiting room and saw Jason and Charlie's dad sitting anxiously. My mom and I approached them, and Jason looked at me sympathetically, his eyes were puffy and red and I imagined they'd both been crying probably as much as me, if not more. 

"How is she?" I managed to choke out, and he swallowed hard before answering. 

"She's in surgery right now. She was in critical condition when they got there, and they don't know if she's going to make it," he said. 

I sat down next to him and tried to take deep breaths, my mom sitting next to me and continuing to rub my back and pulled me into her arms as I cried more. I had never cried so much in my entire life. I reached into my pocket and shakily got my phone out and handed it to my mom.

"Text Rachel and Dallon, let them know what's going on," I said, and she nodded. 

"Okay, honey," she said, kissing my forehead and going to my text messages as I sat with my head in my hands, trying to get my breathing and crying under control as I waited anxiously. 

Not long after, Dallon and Rachel came in the doors of the waiting room looking worried, Dallon's face instantly changing when he looked at me. "Oh no, Brendon."

My mom filled them in on what we all knew as she rubbed my back, and I continued to stare at the ground in front of me, tapping my feet anxiously. 

"I wish I could have just gone and picked her up myself," I said. "I should have told you to go get her, mom." A new wave of tears came to my eyes and my mom hugged me again. 

"No, you can't blame yourself for any of this, Brendon," she said. "You have to stay positive, okay? Charlie's a fighter. You know she won't give up without a fight." Dallon sat with me also, joining my mom in rubbing my back. Under any other circumstances I'd probably be sleeping at the soothing motion, but it wasn't doing anything for me. 

After what seemed like hours, a nurse came through the doors and looked around the room, seeing Charlie's dad and Jason and approaching them. I stood up quickly with them, and she gave us all a small smile. 

"Charlotte and her mother are both out of surgery and in recovery," she said. "Jane is doing well, she's just sleeping. Charlotte has a few broken ribs and her right shoulder was dislocated but they put it back into place. Thankfully, she didn't have much internal bleeding and they got it all under control, so they're both stable, but Charlotte has a pretty severe concussion. She's in a coma right now, and I'm really sorry to say this but there is a possibility that she may not wake up." My heart dropped and I felt all the air leave my lungs again. I felt my mom put her hand on my back. 

"Do you know the likelihood of Charlie waking up?" she asked softly, rubbing my back again. 

"I honestly don't know," she said. "It could go either way at this point. I'd say give it a week and if she doesn't wake up then I wouldn't hold your breath for it." 

I choked on my own tears again, covering my face with my hands as I felt Dallon pull me against his chest and hug me, resting his head over mine and holding me against him. He rubbed my back as my entire body shook with sobs, rocking me back and forth slowly. 

"Brendon, you have to stay positive," he said softly. "You know Charlie and she wouldn't want you to think negatively about this. You can't lose hope."

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