Search & Seizure (Brendon Urie Fanfiction)

Grocery Store Mishap

You were deep into the tour and it was time to restock the bus with food, so you found a small grocery store. Grocery stores always made Brendon anxious, so you would go later at night when it was nearly empty.

You were feeling kind of nauseous and being surrounded by food wasn't really helping. You take a deep breath and it subsides. You continue to walk absentmindedly, the boys loading up on what they wanted while chatting back and forth. They were further down the aisle and you were walking alongside Brendon.

Your nausea comes back, and it's no longer just a normal "sick to your stomach" feeling. You felt your arm getting heavy and you start to panic. Not here. Not here. Please god, not here.

For some reason, you're always so hesitant to tell people that you aren't okay. You feel bad–it interrupts what they're doing and everything grinds to a halt, just to take care of you, all while simultaneously scaring the shit out of everyone.

Of course, it doesn't really matter–a girl's gotta seize when a girl's gotta seize. You decide you should probably speak up before it's too late.

A new wave of intensity passes through you and it's tell him now or never. You stop walking and suddenly clutch Brendon's wrist. He quickly swings around. He sees your eyes appearing unfocused as they stray from him, your breathing becoming uneven while a dazed expression paints your face.

"Oh–" The sound escapes his mouth as he realized the situation. Brendon's demeanor flipped into little kid mode. "Y/n?" He called to you in a low tone, placing his hands on your upper arms. You look to him and he feels a little relieved that you were responsive. "Feel like you're gonna have a seizure, baby?" He asks in a sweet voice.

You nod your head as you reach out to him weakly, feeling unsteady. Brendon quickly pulls you close and you whimper into his shoulder. No matter how many times you have had a seizure, it has never gotten any less scary.

"Okay, It's alright Y/n," Brendon comforted you. You become uncoordinated and he knows he needs to get you to the floor safely. He barely takes his eyes off of you as he looks over his shoulder and calls out, "Hey Zack?"

Brendon's voice was calm, but his tone was still a dead give away. Zack looks back to confirm what he already guessed was unfolding. All of them start to run back over.

"Let's lay down baby," Brendon directs quickly.

Your body complies with his suggestion. Brendon supports you under your arms to help you lower down onto your knees.

Zack was immediately behind you to guide you to the ground.

There's too many hands touching you and now you're too confused to understand why. You scream and thrash in their hold.

"It's alright, Y/n," Zack calmed you as they manage to lay you gently onto your side. They give you some space.

Kenny had pulled off his sweatshirt and handed it down to Brendon. Brendon gently slides it under your head, hoping not to scare you. You didn't even react and were becoming less responsive.

"Timer?" Brendon glanced at the boys.

"I got it," Dallon displayed his phone.

"I'm right here, Y/n," Brendon said softly to you.

You start to seize and Dallon starts the timer.

"C'mon guys, step back," Zack says. Brendon looks up to see who he is talking to. A small crowd has gathered. Y/n is not going to be happy about this, he thought to himself. Obviously the supermarket wasn't heavily populated this time of night, but it was a small crowd nonetheless.