It's Your Choice (Brendon Urie Short Story FanFic)

Part 6. I Don't Care.

Are you guys ready for some tears. 

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I run into the hospital, and looked around. People was walking around, and was viste they family or friend.

There was still tears on my cheek from what Kenny told me.

It couldn't be true. I don't want it to be true.

I run down to the hall, and over to Brendon's door. I run in, and was expecting Brendon to lay in the bed. But, he was gone, there was no Brendon. No respirator, no any thing. It was clean. It didn't looked like there have been someone in here.

I run out of the room, and down to the hallway again.

Right now, I was in front of a desk where a woman was sitting. She looked up from hers computer, and looked at me with a small smiled. She could probably see that was something wrong.

"Can I help you." She asked me, kindly.

"I-I want to see my husband." I took some deep breath.

"What is his name mrs." She asked me and looked down at the computer.

"Um, Brendon Urie." I said and took my hands to my forehead, and try to hold the tears back that was streaming in pain.

"I am sorry mrs Urie. But he is not here." She said, sadly.

"I don't care. I want to see him." Now, I couldn't hold back the tears they was streaming down my face.

She thought about it in a second, then stood up and walked over to me. "Follow me, mrs Urie."

We walked down the hallway, and into a room where they held bodys from the death people. And there he was. My husband and my unborn child father.

He was laying on iron table. He wasn't wearing a shirt, the only thing he was wearing was a white blanket over his hips, and down to his legs.

He chest wasn't moving to the heart beat, or wasn't gonna up and down every time he will take a breath.

"Brendon." I cry out in pain, and made my way over to him.

"I will give you a few minutes." The lady said before shutting the door.

"Why." I whisper. And looked into his close eyes.

I took some hair away from his forehead, and looked into his close eyes that I wishes was open.

"Please wake up." I whisper, and lay next to him. He was so cold that it gave me gooseflesh.

His lips was a light blue/purple color. His skin was pale.

I kissed his shoulder a few time, while holding his hand.

"I thought you will make it, I thought you will survive. Your child did too. I can't give you up. I don't know who I am without you. Brendon, I love you. Please come back. Back to me, and back to your child. I don't want her or he to grow up without you. I want you to wake up." A tear roll down my cheek as I said those things.

"I love you Brendon." I said and kissed him one more time on his cheek.

"I love you too."