Adopted By Linkin Park

Chapter 11 + A/N

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~Two days later~

*Mike's POV

Why is it that everything bad always happens when it comes to Jay. Why is it that Bryannna wants to get revenge on her? What did Jay ever do to her? All these questions come flooding into my head ever since I passed out from the pain in my lower stomach. Wait a minute, where am I? I don't remember coming to the hospital in the first place. I saw a bunch of machines that were hooked up to me, some IV's on one arm and other fluids in the other. The walls were sterile and blank white. With walls this white, I might as well start drawing a fucking mural for SOME creativity in this room. White walls give me the creeps. I thought.

I look around some more and realized that Chester was on my left side, sitting down on the hospital chair with his head laying down on the bed. I felt something warm and found his hand atop of mine, semi-interlocking. I couldn't help but smile and I start thinking about how all this shit is just being a pain in the ass to me. I tried to sit up and that was a big mistake. A sharp pain shot up and I let out a scream, causing Chester to shoot upwards and fall out of the chair.

Fucking hell, why does it hurt so bad?! I thought as I held my stomach, feeling the bandages. Is it that bad? I looked over at Chester and saw the bags under his red and puffy eyes. I managed to creep a small smile on my face as I saw him tear up. "H..Hey." I croaked.

As soon as those words escaped my mouth, it was silent. Chester looked like he was hallucinating and well, I couldn't blame him. It's not like I wasn't unconscious for who knows how long. Not to self: ask Chaz how long ive been out. Anyways, seconds later, he's throwing himself at me and sobbing. "M-Mikey!!" He yelled as his arms found his way around my neck. I let out a small groan of pain, ignoring it afterwards as I wrapped one arm around his waist. I chuckled a little bit but came back to my senses when Chester started talking.

"I was worried sick when Pete and Patrick told me that you passed out! Why didn't you tell me about this when I went after Adam?!" He whisper-yelled at me, letting a few more tears roll down his cheeks. I couldn't help but feel guilty about this whole thing; letting Jay out of my sight and not being able to communicate with her.

"Forget about everything and just focus on finding our wolf-child, ok babe?" I said as Chester started to calm down a bit. He nodded and stood up, walking towards the door. "I'll be right back, ok? I'll go tell the others that you woke up already. Get some rest." He said.

Before he started walking out the door towards the waiting room, I stopped him. "Hey Chaz... How long was I out..?" I asked. He froze but soon turned his head towards me and looked down. "Two days." He stated. He walked out of the room, the door soon closed behind him and I couldn't help but let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Jay... Where are you..." I thought to myself.

*Patrick's POV

Damn. Who would've thought that we would all end up here, still in the hospital waiting room. First, Mike passes out from those purple bruises and then Chester passing out over the news about Mike two days ago. These really are the 'best two days I've ever spent with friends.' Note the sarcasm there? Anyways, all of us were just really quiet and let me tell you, hospitals aren't fun.

The fact that we cancelled the last two shows made the fans grow concerned about what happened that night. Everyone has been on edge because Mike hasn't woken up yet and Chester hasn't left his side; not even to go get some rest back at the hotel rooms. I looked over to my left and saw something that kinda made me chuckle.