If It Kills Me 》Andrew Siwicki x OC x Brendon Urie

TWENTY; can I get some help

Brendon's POV

The second and third shows went amazing. On the tour bus, we played games, laughed, drank, smoked a little and had loads of fun. I noticed, however, Hayley seemed to be losing weight, and she seemed to sleep a lot more than usual.

Now, before I was her boyfriend this time and the last, I was her best friend. Her parents would allow us to even sleep over at each other's houses when we were little, so I know Hayley doesn't sleep as much as she is now.

And when we dated a few years ago, she still didn't sleep this much. I was starting to worry about her, especially when she started limping more pronounced than she ever has since she got rid of her cane.

Our fourth show was nearing an end, and I had started singing Old Fashioned.

"Once upon a thrill, from a kiss to a swill
We were swallowin' the nights like we had nine lives
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so

We were borderline kids with a book of disorders
Medicatin' every day to keep the straightness in order
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone

It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over

So pour out some liquor, make it an o- wait wait wait. Hayley? Hayley! Oh my god!"

I jumped off stage, the headset microphone still on me. I climbed over the gate and crouched next to Hayley, who was crying vigorously and holding her leg.

"Hey, Hayley, look at me. Hayley, calm down. What's wrong?" I looked for a security guard. "Hey! Can I get some help over here?"

A few moments later, a team of paramedics ran over and lifted Hayley onto a stretcher. They took her off into an ambulance. I got back up onstage and felt really bad for what I had to do.

"I need to go, you guys. But before I do, I want to explain something real quick. Before Hayley and I were together, she was with this guy, Andrew. They were headed back to her house, but someone shot her in the side. It left her with some really back damage to her leg, which is why she has a limp now. I mean, she's getting back to a lot of things she did before, but recently, I noticed it getting worse. And I am so sorry, but the show has to end early. I hope you guys understand."

Everyone started yelling back things like "We love you," "Make sure she's okay," and many other positive things. I was happy they were okay with me leaving early.

I went backstage and threw on a hoodie, then grabbed my phone. Dallon and I left the event and a security guard sped us over to the hospital. It took almost 30 minutes between Hayley's leaving and us getting there. We found Hayley's room and see her laying in the bed, pain etched on her face. "Hayley."

She sat up and hugged me, an IV in her arm to help reduce the pain, I'm assuming. "I'm sorry Brenny, I didn't mean to ruin the show."

"No no no, you don't need to apologize," I told her. "You didn't do anything. The fans were all fine with it, and I'm glad you're okay. Got any results back yet?"

"No. But the nurse told me I had to wait at least another 20 to 30 minutes before they could bring anything over."

We waited for about 25 minutes, until a doctor came in. I stood up at his entrance and held Hayley's hand, preparing for the worst. "Hi, I'm Dr. Mahrati. You are-?"

"Brendon, Hayley's boyfriend," I shook hands with Dr. Mahrati.

"And I'm Dallon," Dallon also shook hands with the doctor.

"Good to meet you both. So, we tested Hayley for everything we could and most tests came back negative."

"Most? Which came back positive?" I asked in a panic. Hayley squeezed my hand harder.

"The one I wasn't hoping for. Ms. Thompson has bone cancer."