I'm Brendon Urie's Daughter

Chapter 9

Brendon

My head was pounding and my ears were ringing.

I could hear voices— so many voices.

"Is he unconscious?"

"What happened?"

"... then maybe the..."

"... it's the girl I'm worried..."

"...no driver's license..."

"...everything's going to be..."

I tried to open my eyes, and was greeted by a bright flash of light and the silhouette of a person hovering above me. I groaned, squinting, trying to remember what happened. I was in the car. With my daughter. And then—

My eyes snapped wide open. And I tried to get up in panic.

There were hands trying to hold me back. I could hear someone saying, "Sir, calm down, please."

"Breanna!" I managed to say. "Please— it's my daughter!"

I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. If something had happened to her—

"Please, sir, I understand that you're..."

The voice just faded away as my vision turned darker and darker and I lost consciousness.

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I woke up in a daze. I was in a hospital room. My entire body hurt and there were tiny wounds peppering my left arm. I looked around for anyone, but I was alone. I was just reaching for the button to call for a nurse, when a man— probably a doctor— entered the room.

"Mister Urie, I see you've woken up," he said.

I put a hand to my pounding forehead, grimacing at the pain. "Where's my daughter? Is she alright? What happened?"

"Your daughter is currently unconscious, but she's stable."

My eyes burned. She was hurt. My daughter was hurt and now she's unconscious and I can't even see her. I sat up and tried to get off the bed when he stopped me. I gave him an icy glare.

"I need to see my daughter."

The doctor— Dr. Avery, according to his ID thing— sighed. "And you will when you're feeling better. You literally just got in a car accident."

"I'm feeling better, alright? I'm not a bleeding, weepy mess, as you can see," I snapped. "Now let. Me. Go."

He just shook his head, writing down whatever bullshit on his clipboard.

I was vaguely aware of the tears sliding down my face. "Please," I said desperately, my voice breaking. "Please, I need to see her."

A look of pity flashed across Doctor Avery's face. "I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do." was all he said before he got out of the room, leaving me alone once again.

I looked at the digital wall clock. 17:32. I'm supposed to pick Sarah up in 28 minutes, but since they won't even let me see my daughter, I'm pretty fucking sure they won't let me pick up my wife from the airport, either. To make things worse, my phone wasn't anywhere to be found so I couldn't call her and tell her about what happened.

Worry and anxiety crept into my mind as I thought of my daughter once again. I barely remember what happened but I knew that it was on her side of the car the took the brunt of the accident. Tears threatened to fall once again, and I tightly closed my eyes. Why couldn't it have been me? Why Breanna? My amazing, beautiful daughter. Why her?

Worry was replaced with anger and fury. Fury at the idiot who'd hit our car. Right then, I wanted to hunt the person down for doing this— for hurting my daughter.

Accident or no accident, they'd hurt her. And they were going to pay for it.

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I'm not sure when, exactly, Sarah arrived, but one moment I was alone in this god-forsaken hospital room, and the next, my wife was there, embracing me tightly.

"Oh my god," she said. Her voice was full of fear. "I'm so glad that you're okay."

I wrapped my hands around her, my entire body shaking in relief.

I looked up at her, and said, "Have you seen Breanna yet? Is she okay?"

"I have. The doctor says she's stable, and she might wake up soon."

I nodded, but anxiety still nagged at me. "Did the doctor say when I can finally get out of here?"

"Apparently, you have a minor concussion," she replied. "And none of your wounds require stitching and they're mostly just tiny scratches. They said maybe tomorrow."

I frowned. That's it? A minor concussion and they won't let me see my own daughter? "I can walk around, I think. Can I go and see Yanna?"

Sarah held out her hand. I took it, standing up and swaying a little bit. All that sitting and lying down in a hospital bed honestly didn't do me any good. I felt a distant pounding in my head, and I ignored it, gritting my teeth and taking a tentative step forward.

One foot in front of the other, Brendon.

Sarah held on to my arm tightly as we walked down the halls and corridors, as if I was going to disappear if she let go. I slung an arm around her shoulders and kissed her head. I'm okay, I tried to say.

We stopped in front of a door labeled 215. I entered the room and beheld the injured young girl in it. I sucked in a breath, noticing the cast on her right arm and the stitch on her shoulder.

Just as I was walking towards her, she stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open.

"Dad?" she muttered, her eyes flicked from me to Sarah, and she tried to smile. "Mom. Hey."

I embraced her, breaking down entirely. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"For what?" she asked.

"It should've been me," I said softly, almost whispering. "Not you. Never you."

Sarah placed her hand on mine and smiled at me reassuringly.

Breanna's face fell when she looked at me. "It was an accident, dad. Don't ever apologize to me about this because it was not your fault."

It didn't make me feel any better, to be honest, but I tried for a smile. "I love you, kiddo."

She wrapped me in a hug, smiling. "I love you more than you'll ever know, dad."

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(A/N): Hey y'all Angie here! Consider this chapter an apology for not updating for so damn long lmao. Hope you guys like it and thank you so much for reading!

P.S. I'm currently writing the 10th chapter because I have so many ideas rn and my writer's block has totally worn off, I think.