Nicotine: the sequel to 'The Ballad Of Brallon'

The news

Brendons pov:

I wake up to see Dallon walking back in the room. He has two bags of chips and two sodas. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you," he says. "It's okay. What took you so long?" I ask. "Oh I just ran into a couple fans," he says, "They we're at the concert and asked if you were alright." "Oh?" I ask him, "Can you pass me a bag of chips." Dallon tosses me a bag of potato chips. 

While waiting for the doctor to come back and tell me I'm stable enough to go home, we turn on the TV. The news is supposed to be on. During the commercials we talk about what we're gonna do when they let me out. Once the news comes back on I'm in horror from what I see. 

The news is playing clips from when I passed out on stage. I watch as Dallon freaks out trying to wake me up. I look over at Dallon with watering eyes and apologize to him. Dallon tells me we can change the channel but I tell him no. I want to see what happened. The news crew shows some interviews with crying fans.

I hate this. I hate that I caused all of this. I tell Dallon that I want to go back to sleep. It scared me the past couple of weeks. The thought of sleeping and waking up in the restraints room. Now sleep is my safe haven. I can escape every feeling of guilt that I have. I feel Dallon climb into bed and wrap his arms around me as I cry myself to sleep.

I wake up a couple hours later to the doctor telling me my vitals were stable and I can go home. Dallon grabs my stuff and we walk to the car. I hop in on the passenger side and Dallon sits in the driver's seat. As he starts up the car he looks over at me and asks, "Where to?" "A gay bar," I tell him.