Search & Seizure (Brendon Urie Fanfiction)

In the Middle of the Night (pt 1)

You woke up just an hour after going to sleep in Portland to a hot wave of nausea pouring over you. You roll out of the plush hotel bed and make a break for the toilet, stumbling through the unfamiliar room in the dark. You fumble for a light switch and can't find one, but there's no time to keep looking. You still successfully make it to throw up in your desired receptacle.

Brendon doesn't feel you leave the bed, but he shoots straight up in the bed when he hears you getting sick. He throws the covers off, finding a light far more easily than you. He squints through the sudden brightness, running to the bathroom. He instantly is sitting behind you, holding your hair.

"It's alright," He soothed, rubbing light circles on your back.

After what feels like an eternity, it's finally over. You see fragments of your pills in the toilet, but you don't bother pointing it out to Brendon. You sit back onto your butt and into his arms.

"Sorry," You breathe.

"In sickness and in health, right?" he laughed gently as he reminded you of your wedding vows, making you smile. You nuzzle into his shoulder. "My poor baby," he said with a frown. "Were you feeling sick earlier?"

You nodded.

"Threw up at dinner," You admitted.

"Y/n, why didn't you say anything?!" He asked sweetly, disappointed.

"Felt fine after," you shrugged.

"Baby, you know it's risky for you to be sick," he said bothered. You stiffen in his arms.

"Don't treat me like I'm different, Brendon," you cautioned, irritated. "People get sick. It's fine."

"Y/n, I'm not trying to treat you like you're different," he explained gently, "I know you are limitless. You don't need to prove that to me because I already know and I am so proud of you. I just think you need to step back for a second."

You look at him, only half convinced.

"It doesn't speak to who you are," He said sincerely, "It's your health I'm worried about, baby."

"Okay," you said quietly as you nod, hesitantly agreeing. You know he's right.

"Do you feel seizure-y?" He asked, concerned.

"No, I don't feel 'seizure-y,'" you smile a bit at his new adjective.

"Do you want to stay in here or get back in bed?" he offered.

"Bed," you decided.

He helps you up and flushes the toilet before escorting you back into bed. He tucks you in and climbs in next to you.

"Smack me if you need anything," He said with a smile.

"Okay," you smirked, curling up and falling right to sleep.

Hours later, you smacked him. Without remorse.

He didn't seem to mind the rude awakening all that much.

"Y/n?" He inquired, hastily flicking on the bedside light.

"Bathroom," You murmured.

"Okay," he said soothingly, quickly getting you out of bed and to the bathroom. You get sick again and feel completely exhausted as you sit back down onto the cool tile floor.

Brendon is whispering quiet words of comfort when it hits you.

Fuck fuck fuck Brendon was very right

Your arm goes tingly and you feel like you might throw up again.

"Hey Bren?" You interrupt, discomfort evident in your voice. He looks to you. "I-I feel seizure-y." Your breath is uneven and your expression dulls.