Things Have Changed (Adopted by Brendon Urie)

Chapter 12: Northern Downpour Pt. 1

It had been a few days since the whole incident and the hospital. The doctor told me that I had to rest for at least a week and a half before I could go do stuff and be active. I mean not that I wanted to move or do anything. 6 days into the whole "bed rest" thing and I'm still sore as hell. At least I'm in better shape than I was those 6 days ago.

Right now we are in Raleigh, North Carolina. Well, while the other bands are off enjoying from what I heard the beautiful city. I'm stuck in the tour bus in my bunk.

Brendon and the other bands left 3 hours ago and I already slept for more than 14 hours so I'm more awake then ever.

My bunk looks like my own birds nest. My pillows smooshed into position where my head always goes. My blankets had been tossed into piles surrounding me, the main blanket draped over me. My stuffed polar bear, Patrick, is laying next to me, his body propped up against the pillow. I had been talking to him for about an hour about random stuff, mostly about Fall Out Boy because it's not like anyone else will fangirl with me about them.

The position I was in talking to Patrick was uncomfortable so I go to move. I whimper at the small pain that surges through my chest as I slightly lay on my right side. Goddamn it I just want this to end.

After finding no other topics to talk to Patrick about and trying to come up with something else to do. I decide to take a shower seeing how I haven't showered since the hospital.

I take off the blanket covering me and move the other blankets of mine out of the way. I slowly make my way down the latter, taking steady and shaking steps. I make it down and stretch slightly. I haven't been out of bed in a week so my legs feel like jelly, all wobbly and shaky.

I slowly make my way over to my suitcase, holding onto the bunk and other things so I don't fall. I take out a new pair of pjs plus my hairbrush and go to the bathroom at the back of the bus.

I make it to the bathroom and set my stuff on the closed toilet seat and turn on the shower. When it hits the right temperature, I start to strip my clothes off. I look in the mirror at the once were black and purple bruises down my sides as I take my shirt off. The bruises are now yellow and brown and although they don't look like much they still pack a punch.

I take off the rest of my clothes and slowly get in the shower. The hot water makes instant contact with my bruises, making me hiss at the pain. After a few more seconds, the pain becomes more tolerable and I finally am able to do what I came here for.

The water soaks my hair, the once was a tangled mess of dirty blonde hair is now straight, wet, and brown. I put the shampoo in my hair and rub it in, the suds run down my body as I rinse it out. I next put in the conditioner, making my hair silky smooth under the water's touch. I rinse it out and finally start cleaning my body with the body wash. I be careful not to press to hard on my sides as it will hurt a lot.

Once I finally rinse everything off in the shower, I turn it off. I slowly step out of the shower and grab some towels in the cupboard beside the shower. I bend over and dry my hair with one of the towels and twirl it up so it holds my hair on the top of my head. Then, I dry my body off with the second towel. Once my body is dry, I put my clean pjs on. I take my hair out of the towel and brush it, making it super straight.

I hang my towels on the hanger on the door and take my dirty pjs and shove them back into my suitcase.

Deciding that I really don't want to go back up in my bunk, I take Patrick and one of my throw blankets to the lounge. I unplug my phone that was charging on the counter and lay on the couch.

I mindlessly scroll through Instagram. I see multiple posts of people confused as to why the Tampa concert was rescheduled. None of the bands has said anything about it to the press so people are just clueless as to what happened. Which is good because I already have enough people pitying me and I don't need anymore sympathy. And I guess Grace and Zoey didn't say or post anything about it so as far as the fans and press know, nothing happened.