Sorry Won't Stitch These Wounds ~ Andy Biersack Fan Fiction

Chapter 16 - Through Strength In Self We've Become

Normal P.O.V.

At first I struggled to open my eyes. It felt like they were either glued together, or they were open but I was blind. Either way, it was still pretty annoying. When my eyes did open, they stung in the bright light that the sun inconveniently gave off. Seriously? Sun, now you decide to show up.

I blinked perpetually, trying to get used to the light that suddenly, over powered my eyes, but blinking didn't seem to help. It just made it worse. I felt someone behind me, trying to help me sit up while resting my back against their body.

I felt so delusional. For a moment - until I was properly out of my concussion - everything seemed to be muted and either paused or so slow. Like everything was slow motion. Arms that moved dragged as if there were millions, not one. This must be what it was like to be high on drugs, I guess...

Then it all started to become clear, thankfully because I was very much considering that I was dead....

Jinxx's P.O.V.

So... I found a first aid guy and led him quickly back to Natasha within five minutes, I was proud  of myself for that! After all, Donington field was HUGE, and there were 60,000 people there today, so I think I did a pretty good job.

We got to Natasha just as she was coming around. Andy sat behind her, supporting her weak back. Her head hung heavily, and her eyes looked far away, like she wasn't quite herself. I let my knees sink into the grass below me as I knelt in front of her with the doctor. The soft grass tickled my leg as it poked through one of the rips in my jeans.

"Can you hear me?" the doctor asked as he moved her face towards the light, supporting her chin with his fist as he examined her face.

"Andy?" she gurgled, moving her head out of the light, looking around with a clueless look in her eye.

"No sweety" Andy cooed, "It's the doctor, he's here to see you" he blushed, sitting her back up. She opened her eyes for the first time and I could see that the light was hurting them.

"Does anybody have any sunglasses?" I asked around.

"Here, give her these" came a voice approaching behind me. I turned around to find Jacky Vincent stood beside me, handing me his sunglasses with a smile.

"Thanks" I smiled handing them to Natasha who put them on and instantly sat upright by herself.

"How long has it been?" she asked getting fidgety, messing with the zipper to her leather waistcoat.

"It's only been 10 minutes or so since you left the stage" Jake replied standing beside me with his arms crossed.

" I need to get back on stage" she began worrying, trying to scramble to her feet. Andy pulled her back gently, sitting her down.

"First, we need to know what's wrong" the doctor said softly, with a soothing voice that kept her calm. "Where does it hurt?" he continued.

"Everywhere" she muttered in exaggeration, "Mostly my ribs though" she indicated to us with her finger.

"Okay, let's see" he mumbled, reaching a hand out to touch her ribs lightly to find how intense the pain was.

She flinched in pain "Please, don't" she cried, moving away hysterically.

"Okay, just take this pain killer and finish the show... after that you need to go immediately to hospital" he reasoned with her kindly. I could sense the sigh of relief she let out, which showed just how much respect she has for her fans.

She took the painkiller from the doctor and drank it with a bottle of water that Andy had.

"Wait.. whats this?" the ageing doctor asked, pointing to her bandaged arm.

"Fire" she mumbled, with a frightening sparkle in her eye.

"She got burnt onstage just minutes before this" I explained. She smiled at me, thanking me for taking over.

"Okay, let's get you up" Andy smiled, taking her by her undamaged arm as he helped her onto her weak legs. She stumbled and fell down at first, like a child who takes their very first steps.But she got back up again, and this was so inspiring to see. She staggered forward and touched the cold metal barrier slowly, dragging her eyes to look up the steps that had brought her no salvation.

"Can someone help me?" She sounded so childlike and fragile. Something in my heart moved with pity for her.

Andy stepped forward and picked her up bridal style with no trouble at all. She was so leath and skinny anyway. He made his way up the long set of steps without hesitation.

Normal P.O.V.

I was relieved when someone kindly picked me up and started up the steps slowly. I really didn't feel like walking up them at all. 

I stared at his familiar face from behind the sunglasses, "Andy, you're my hero" I whispered hugging his neck tightly.

He smiled and carried on up the steps. A tear slipped down his sleek and handsome face, "You know what I'd do for you" he whispered into my ear, kissing it lightly as he did.

When he reached the top of the steps, he carefully put me onto my feet, making sure I caught my balance properly. He took me by the hand and led me through to the side stage area. I slipped my hand out of Andy's wishing I didn't have to. 

I unveiled  my tear streaked face by taking off the sunglasses and handing them back to Jacky, "Thanks for that" I smiled at him as warm as the sun that beamed down on my back.

"My pleasure" he grinned "Can you sign them?"

I looked out to the crowd and took the pen from him signing "Natasha Valentine"  with a heart on the side.

I smiled giving them back to him. When Andy turned around not looking at me, I leaped over, kissing him lightly on the cheek before getting away as quickly as my legs could take me. Although I was in excruciating pain, the people that you love always seem to make the situation seem brighter.

Carefully, I placed my guitar around me, weary of my painful ribs and walked onto the stage.

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The image is of the sunglasses Jacky gave to Natasha ;) Aww Ronnies face... Perfection!