That Dress Won't Fit Soon

Ten

Brendon sat in the living room with a beer in hand, taking a sip before setting it down. Sarah has been making him go home to sleep and to be honest, he hates it. He hates the loneliness and the quietness. Spencer comes over every once in a while just to make sure Brendon is okay alone. But Spencer knows Brendon is completely out of it. He's probably waiting for his phone to ring to tell him to get to the hospital.

His phone rang. And it was the hospital, but it wasn't for Sarah. 

"We need you to identify a body." Brendon's breath hitched, not knowing what the fuck was going on. "Your phone number was the only one active, so we had to call you. Can you come down to the morgue, please?" Brendon said yes, the whole time, trying to think of somebody who would have his number. A lot of people have his number, now. But who was it?

Brendon drove to the hospital in silence. He didn't know the cause of death, or of course, who it was. Once he was at the hospital, Brendon sighed, knowing he would see somebody he probably cares deeply about. 

"You ready to go in?" The doctor asked Brendon as he touched his shoulder. Brendon nodded, still having no idea who it is. The doors open and the doctor guides Brendon to a body covered in what seems like a white sheet. The doctor nodded at Brendon, signaling to remove the sheet from the head. Brendon slowly pulled away at the fabric, seeing memories flood back to him. "Do you know who he is?" The doctor asked. Brendon nodded, feeling the tears already burning his eyes. "Do you know his full name?" Brendon nodded again. 

"George Ryan Ross III... How did he die?" Brendon asked, pulling the fabric down a little more and grabbing Ryan's hand.

"We don't know yet. I'm so sorry." Brendon just left the room, pulling his phone out and calling Spencer, now in full on tears.

"Hello?" Spencer answered. Brendon was hesitant to tell him, knowing how long they've known each other.

"Ryan's dead..." Brendon was able to choke out. 

"W-What?" Brendon sat down on the floor and just cried. "You're fucking serious!" Brendon cried harder, not really wanting to say anything anymore. "How do you know?"

"I just saw his dead fucking body! My number was the only one active in his contacts!" Spencer let out a shaky sigh.

"I fucking just changed my number... I'm going over to his house to see if anyone's there. If not, I'm grabbing Dottie. And the only family member I know of that Ryan is still somewhat in contact with is his little sister. I'll see if I can find her number." Spencer hung up, making Brendon cry harder. He finally was able to get up, walking through the hospital until he saw Sarah's room. He walked in, almost collapsing on the floor again.

"Brendon? What's wrong?" Sarah asked, sitting up in her bed. 

"R-Ryan died! Fuck, why haven't I been there for him?! I've been a fucking asshole to him!" Brendon got up, walking over to Sarah's bed and lying down next to her. She wrapped her arm around him to keep him from falling off the bed. "I miss him..."

"I know, baby."