Andy Hurley: Who Will I Choose?

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  The creak of the door pulled Andy out a deep sleep. His head was still pounding, his vision blurred. He heard Blossom move and her shadowy figure walked up to the bars. He started to sit up and his finger landed on something. He squinted down at his hand and wiped his hand on his dark jeans. His half-finished meal. He really hadn't felt good last night, Blossom having to rub his back as he stood arched over in the corner, emptying his stomach.

  "Andy," she whispered with shock in her voice. He felt her hands on his,pulling him to his feet. His body fought It but he pushed himself up anyway.

   "What is it?" he whispered back, rubbing his eyes. The blurriness cleared slightly and his jaw dropped slightly at the sight in front of him. The whole band and a young girl with a rifle stood in front of him. 

   "Pat?! What the heck?!" he shouted, holding onto Blossom. Patrick was playing with the lock on the door.

  "We came to rescue you guys. Are you okay, Andy? You don't look so good," Pete asked, a hand in his denim jeans. Andy shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

   "Can't you tell by the smell,Pete? Come on," Joe elbowed the bassist.

  "Hey you two. He was really sick last night. And he's still burning up," Blossom said protectively, clinging to his arm.

  "Okay, okay. We surrender," Joe held his hands up. Patrick pulled a small bobby pin out of the lock and swung the door open. The girl's eyes were widened into almost saucer-size.

   "What's-what's he doing in here?" she said, dropping her weapon. Andy felt himself being tugged lightly toward the door. With a light groan, he followed.

 PATRICK AND THE BAND

 Patrick was amazed when his sight landed on the cage. Andy was sleeping against the wall, his skin pale and sweaty. Blossom was sitting next to him, putting a rag over his forehead, pushing the drummer's hair back into place. Now he was opening the door and leading a very weak and groggy Andy out of the bunker. The group headed for the car.

   "What happened to your arm?" he heard Pete ask. He glanced back to see Blossom rubbing a black, makeshift bandage.

   "Oh, it's nothing," she replied. pulling her sleeve down over it.

   "Pat, I gotta stop for a minute," Andy said, taking deep breaths through his mouth. Patrick stopped, letting Andy lean over, his hands against his legs. Blossom winced behind them as a greenish stream escaped the drummer's mouth. Joe stepped back as it splashed against the ground.

  "Dude," he complained. Andy straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

  "Sorry," he whispered. Blossom stepped forward, slipping one arm over her shoulder.

  "It's okay, Andy, we're just glad you're back with us," Patrick assured him. They were nearing the edge of the field when someone shouted angrily. A man with dirty blonde hair, wearing a green sweatshirt and blue pants was charging towards them.

A/N Hey readers! So this is the end of chapter two. I want to thank all the readers so much for their reads. It really helps :D

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P.S. Not sure if the next chap. will have an A/N