Brendon's POV
"Mr.Weekes I'm not going to ask you again. Please wait outside in the waiting room." It's dark. I can't see anything and I don't recognize any of the voices around me. My head is killing me. It's like there is someone playing the drums in my head while 3 year olds run around screaming. I can't really remember how I got to where ever here is, I just know it's not where ever I was before. Why does everything hurt? I'm so tired, I feel like I haven't slept in years. I'm just going to let my mind rest and take a small nap. Just rest for five minutes then I'll try and open up my eyes.
"Brendon please wake up. Oh god please let him be okay." I don't recognize the voice but who ever it is is very clearly upset about my nap. I can hear him crying and feel tears falling onto my hand. I want to tell him that everything will be alright, I mean it was just a small nap. I'm still tired but I want to comfort whoever is upset. They wanted me to wake up so I'll open my eyes. My eyes feel like they are being forced to stay shut. They feel as if they are made out of lead. I need to open them, I don't want to be the reason someone is crying. I slowly tear my eyes open. Bright lights blind me as my eyes preceded to slowly wake up. Why is this simple task making me so tired? I eventually get my eyes open enough to see properly.
"Brendon? Brendon!" This guys face seems so familiar but I don't know what his name is. My head hurts too much to even try and remember.
"Can I get a doctor in here?" I wish he would stop yelling. Why does he want a doctor? I'm clearly awake. I'm alive and well. Why am I even in a hospital? What the hell happened? I have so many questions. God my head hurts. A woman rushes into the room who I assume is the doctor.
"What is it?" She asks the man who is now standing in the door way.
"He's finally awake!" The man says excitedly. The doctor pushes past to my bed.
"Hey there Brendon can you follow my light?" She shines a bright flashlight into my eyes and I lazily follow it with only my eyes. I'm still so tired. "Ok Brendon you can hear me. I'm doctor Amelia Shepard, I'm a neuro sergeant. You where in an accident a few days ago and you got pretty banged up. Your okay now. Can you move at all? Can u try to squeeze my hands?" She grabs both my hands and I do my best to squeeze. All I can manage is to lightly rap my fingers around her hands. Every little movement takes up so much energy and I'm just so tired. "Good, you did good Brendon. Don't push yourself too much. Sleep if your tired. I'll be back to check on you in a little while." She leaves the room and I'm left alone with the familiar man. I wish I could remember him but I'm too tired. He starts talking to me again and I drift off into sleep.
When I wake up this time my room is crowded with talking people. None of them are paying any attention to me. I see the guy who was in my room before and he is first to realize my arrival to reality.
"Hey Brendon, how are you feeling?" He asks.
"W-what happened?" My voice is quiet and scratchy. I look around at all the faces as I try to remember. Memories slowly start to come back to me. A tough looking guy standing in the corner is the first I remember. That's Zach. Ryan is the guy with the blue hair he's umm. He is Dallon's friend and Dallon is? Dallon is? Dallon is the guy who has been in my room this whole time. Finally there is the guy in the fedora. He is the last thing I remember before waking up in this hospital. His name is Patrick, I think? It still hurts to think and everything is a bit foggy.
"Well..." Dallon starts but drifts off looking over at Patrick.
"I'll explain later Brendon. For now just take it easy." Patrick gives me a sad smile a slouches in the corner of the room. There is still one more person in the room that I don't recognize. He's standing next to Patrick and every now and then whispering something in Patrick's ear. This guy is taller then Patrick and looks tough. I don't think I have ever seen him. Everyone makes small talk with me except Patrick and his friend. The topic of why I'm in the hospital is very carefully avoided and I don't understand why. As time goes on people slowly filter out until it was only Patrick and Dallon left.
"Who was your friend Patrick?" I ask my voice still tired sounding.
"That was Pete. Brendon do you remember anything about what happened?" Patrick face looks very concerned which scares me.
"The last thing I remember is being upset so I went to a hotel. I had more drugs and alcohol then I probably should have, but I swear I didn't mean to take that much. I remember seeing you crying then I passed out. That's it." I try very heard to remember everything but I can't.
"Brendon, you almost over dosed on drugs, you were very drunk and very high and you tried to stand up. You fell and hit your head on the side of a dresser and cracked your head open. Brendon you could have died." Patrick's voice is extremely serious. I can't believe I was that stupid. I almost killed myself, all I wanted was to feel good for a few hours. Forget about my problems not almost die. I can't believe I'm this much of an idiot.
"I-I'm so sorry. I really didn't, it was an accident, I'm just sorry." My eyes start to water and I can't look at either of them. I just sit in my bed looking down at my lap. How could I have done this?
A/N
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