Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

12: Hospital Room

Rye's P.O.V

I sat on the chair beside Andy as he slept, trying to calm myself down. If I'd just listened to Andy and left, we wouldn't be here. He wouldn't be in a hospital bed near death. I heard footsteps running in, not even bothering to look up.

"Rye?" Brook walked over, a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, muttering to myself with my head in my hands.

"Rye, man. What happened to you guys?" It made my blood boil to hear the amount of carelessness in Mikey's voice.

"It's all my fault. If I'd listened to Andy the first time, he wouldn't be almost dead. Fuck this shit. Why the fuck can't everything be easy?"

"Rye, he'll be alright. I know it. You do too," Alex replied. I looked up between my fingers, realising that the boys were just as concerned for me as they were for Andy.

I looked at Andy, trying not to break down into tears again. The only sound filling the room was the beeping of the heart monitor, slow and steady. It was soothing, a reminder that he hadn't yet taken his last breath.

"What happened?"

"We went to the mall. Andy and I were just walking around, and there was a gunshot above us which smashed a window. The whole mall went into pandemonium, everybody running around. Andy wanted to leave, but I convinced him to stay. I told him it was only right to protect my country and its people. Andy agreed and we went upstairs to the floor where the shots were coming from. There were two guys there, and one seemed to recognise Andy. Andy told me that the guy threatened him the last time you went with him, Brook. You were in the bathroom or something."

"Oh, shit..." Brook muttered under his breath. "No wonder he'd seemed so shaken up. I'm such a fucking idiot."

"Anyway. The guy said that and I saw red. I went for him and he obviously fired, then pushed me off him. I turned around when he smirked, and saw Andy. I took my sh-shirt off and b-brought him here," I sobbed, not even caring anymore. Why the fuck did I have to be so stupid?

Brook put a hand on my forehead, quickly pulling away. He then went to open the window, looking concerned. "For someone not even wearing a shirt, you're burning."

"Just the stress of it all, I guess."

Mikey sighed, walking over to Andy. "I guess all good things have to come to an end."

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

"Who do you think you are, just saying that? Huh? FUCKING ANSWER ME, MIKEY!"

He looked up, not even fazed by my rage. He was my best friend, but right now I wanted to slap him into next year.

"I didn't mean it like that, Rye. Calm down."

"Calm down?! You expect me to fucking calm down when you've literally just said that it's good my husband is going to fucking die?! Why the hell are you even here if you clearly don't give a damn about my relationship? We're nothing, okay? Nothing. Find someone else to fuck when you're bored, Mike. Because I'm tired of all this bullshit." I sat back down, taking Andy's hand in my own shaking one, just to calm myself down.

"Rye, seriously, chill. Bro, you getting all worked up isn't going to help Andy's situation. The more level headed you are, the easier it'll be," Alex said, in an effort to comfort me.

I thought about it, and nodded. Looking back up, I saw that Mikey had stood some distance away from me. I shook my head, sick of having to deal with this right now.

"Mikey, please just leave the room for now. I'm going to end up doing something I'll really regret. Make it easy for me, just for now. Please."

"Okay," he replied quietly, and left. Neither Brook or Alex tried to make us see sense, standing on the other side of Andy. My beautiful brunette, looking so peaceful. (A/N Oh yeah, did I forget to mention Andy's hair is brown in this? Sorry.)

"Come on, Alex, let's just leave them be. Rye, we'll be at home if you need us at all. Just give me a ring."

"Thanks," I muttered. My finger traced lightly over Andy's bandages, slightly sticky from blood. I quickly wiped falling tears, trying to be strong for my husband.

"I'm sorry,  mi príncipe. I love you so much. Please wake up soon. Without you, Lord knows what I'll do. You're the only thing right now keeping me sane. Thank you for making sure I'm not doing anything life threatening." I twisted the ring on my finger, memories of Andy slipping it on with his delicate touch. My eyes averted to his own ring, as it glistened in the fading sunlight. The sun was slowly setting, orange streaks lining the sky.

A doctor walked in, smiling when he saw me. "Prince Rye, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?"

"Andy's my husband."

Shit.

"I'm sorry? He's your husband?"

"Yes. I wasn't supposed to say anything. Please don't tell anyone."

The doctor shook his head. "Of course not, príncipe. Your secret's safe with me. If I'm correct, I assume your husband is Prince of England?"

"Yes. What's his condition right now?"

The doctor gave a little sigh, glancing at his clipboard. "I won't lie, Prince Rye. It's quite bad. He might be in a coma for a couple of weeks or so. The bullet wound was part of the reason, but other reasons are unknown as of right now. I'm sorry. If we get any more vital information, you'll be the first to know."

"Okay, thank you. I should call his parents. They don't know a thing about it."

"Alright. I'll check Andy's levels and then you can be alone again."

I thanked him again, and headed just outside the door to call King and Queen Fowler. I scrolled down my contacts, finding Andy's father, Tom. (A/N For this story, I'll just call Andy's dad Tom. If anyone does know his name, just let me know and I'll change it. Also, forgive me if I 'm spelling Lesley's name wrong.)

"Hello?" It was a different voice, who I think was Tom's advisor, Leigh.

"Oh, hi, Leigh. Is Tom around?"

"Uh, yeah. Is this Rye?"

"Yes, it is. It's kind of urgent. Could you pass the phone to him?"

"Yeah, sure." I heard low voices then my father-in-law's voice.

"Hey, Rye. Are you okay?"

"Um, yeah I am, but it's not about me. It's Andy." My voice cracked at the end, and I cleared my throat, forcing tears back.

"What's wrong, Ryan?"

"Fuck," I muttered. "Uh, A-Andy was shot. I-I'm at the hospital with him. I'm scared he's going to die, Tom." I couldn't help the sob that escaped my lips, followed by a river of tears.

"W-what? We'll be there when we can, okay? I'll let your parents know, son. Just stay with Andy." I heard him hang the phone up, fear evident in his voice. I was suffering badly enough; how would Andy's parents be able to handle it? And they were just leaving behind their country without a second thought. I wiped the tears as best as I could, and walked back in to where Doctor Evans was done checking Andy.

"Is everything okay, my Prince?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Both mine and Andy's parents will be here in a few hours." I took my place again on the seat beside Andy, taking his hand.

"I'm sorry," Dr Evans repeated, a hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay. We'll be okay."