A day passed. Although, don't worry, Brendon is totally alive. I had to leave brendon, speed to my car, and get him in yesterday. Not one soul stood by or helped. I'm still angry at that..he should be to. But I don't know that, because I stayed home. He's at the hospital, and this will be all normal. I'm just a fan that did him a little favor. That's all. Then, my phones rang. Which frightened me.
"Hello this is Clarke's hospital. Um someone wants you? You drove him here at the hospital in room 104 and..saved his life. He really appreciates it." Someone on the line says, and my stomachs goes to butterflies. "Uh..ok."
I race to the hospital, and when I'm there, I also race inside. Some people where even looking at me as I ran up to the table. "I'm guessing your visiting. Who are you visiting? What room, and name?" The nurse says. I catch up with breathing, and look at her. "Room 103 or 4" And whisper the last part, "Brendon urie". "Room 104. That way." She points. I run to the room, and when I'm there, I catch up my breathing, again. I try to look normal as possible. I fix my hair, and go in slowly. "You?" Brendon mumbles, and squints his eyes. My heart drops their. "Sorry you couldn't get another angel like yourself." I sadly giggle, at the fact he already mumbled at the look at me. His eyes turned to puppy eyes, and he slowly shook his head. "No, no, not like that. I'm really happy actually. I-I just um..it still kinda hurts." Brendon says, and points at the shot wound on his chest. I quickly make my way over to the right side of him, and look at him sadly. "I'm so sorry I didn't get up on the stage. If anything, I should've got shot besides you." I say, and can't keep my eyes of his shot wound, "damnit". He smiles sadly, and slowly lifts up his hand and touches mine. I smile but don't look at him, only his wound. I slowly place my hand on his wound. "You don't deserve to get shot for me. Crazy fan." He lets out a giggle at the end, and so do I. "Hey um..do you want me to get you anything? Like a drink or- you must be really hungry and thirsty." I afore. He shakes his head, and points at he floor, but nothings there. I raise an eyebrow. He looks down expecting something, but then again, there's nothing there. "Damnit. I forgot, I don't have money." He says laying back. "I got the moneys." I say in a hitler voice, and he laughs. "No, but seriously, whatcha want beebo?" I say seriously. He smiles at the fact I called him his nickname. One of his nicknames at least, he has 100. "A drink will be fine." He smiles, and squeezes my hand. Oh shit, I didn't even realize he kept his hand on mine. That's hot. I mean embarrassing...
"And chips?" I ask. "No chips". "Chips it is."
I run out before he could say nope, and make my way to the vending machine. I get him a coke and Cheetos, and get back to him. I hand him both of them, and he smiles. "Thanks. You know, what's your name again? Did I even get it?" He asks with puppy eyes, making me awe. "Um-I- my names Natalie." I say, smiling. He nods, and opens his Cheetos. "I knew you where hungry, angel to angel, were not stupid." I say seriously, but then since he giggles, I can't help but brake out of character and giggle. "Ya know, um...thanks for saving my life. And buying me a coke and Cheetos...I don't know how to repay you really." He says, Blushing. I can't help but blush to. "No need to repay me ether. The fact that I'm actually talking to you know is.. amazing. Iv bin listening to you for years. Gosh, I love you so much." I laugh at the last part to make it not sound weird. Brendon just quietly giggles. "I have to go..." I say, looking at my watch. I frown. "It's fine, give me you phone".
