Roadtrip Oneshots

Brandy, Concussion.

Andy

Jack, Mikey and Rye went to the gym early this morning, leaving me and Brook to our own devices seeing as we were still asleep.

Stretching, I opened my eyes, taking in Mikey's empty bed. Awesome... a quiet start to the day then. I yawned as I sat up, kicking the covers off my body.
It was way too hot.

There was a quiet rustling coming from down the hallway, so I guessed that was Brook, seeing as Mikey always went to the gym with Jack and Rye.
"Brook!" I said loudly.

"Yeah?"

"The boys are at the gym aren't they?"

"Yeah they are, I was awake when they were leaving Fovvs!"

"Alright thanks!"

I stood up then, rubbing my eyes. I needed I drink. I wandered over to the kitchen area, reaching up to the cupboard to retrieve a glass, but not noticing the small puddle of water beneath my feet. I felt myself slip, and the glass fell from my hand.

A loud, resounding crack was heard throughout the flat as my head solidly collided with the floor.

***

My eyes snapped open. I groaned at the pain radiating from the back of my head. What had even happened?

"Fovvs?"

My head was ringing, and I couldn't really make out what the person was saying. Who was calling my name? Who was in the flat with me?
I didn't respond, focusing on the fact that I couldn't see straight, the ceiling dancing and spinning before my eyes.

"Andy?" I heard again, a bit clearer, but my head was all foggy. I couldn't bring myself to respond. I was too disorientated... where was I again?

"Andy... What the hell happened!" Someone ran into the kitchen, falling to their knees beside me. I turned my head, seeing Brooklyn's panicked expression.

Why was he panicking? And where was Mikey? He shared a room with me... didn't he?

"Brook?" I heard my voice slurr, moaning as my head throbbed harshly, each throb getting progressively harsher.

"Yeah, it's me Andy. C'mon, let's sit you up." He encouraged, and I missed the shakiness to his voice. I felt hands grasp tightly around my torso and shoulder, before I was heaved into a sitting position, leaning heavily into the worktop that I assumed was behind me. I breathed deeply, still confused.

What had even happened?

I felt hands press gently on the back of my head, and I hissed as they touched the tender spot.

"Sorry Fovvs." Brooklyn whispered.

"Where are the boys?" I spoke, feeling my eyes close as a wave of tiredness washed over me.

Hands shook my shoulders and I wrenched my eyes open. "Don't sleep mate... I'm just going to ring 111... the boys are at the gym mate... we spoke about this barely five minutes ago." He said, and I watched him bite his lip.

"Did we?" My head rolled to the side, and I moaned as the room spun again. Looking forwards I saw three Brooklyn's.

"Just stay awake for me, okay?" He said sharply, cutting through the fogginess to my head. I nodded but immediately wished I hadn't.

"Hello, yeah... my friend's hit his head quite hard and I don't know what to do." I heard Brooklyn speak into his phone, every few seconds shaking my shoulder.