Wrong number • Brendon Urie x reader

t w e n t y t w o

Daddy
Boarding the plane now, Princess

Me
Be safe!

Daddy
I'll see you in a few hours

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I rushed to collect my phone as I heard it ringing, I didn't check the caller ID as I picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this y/n speaking?" An unknown voice spoke out.

"Um, yes. This is she, who is this?"

"Hi there, I'm calling from the hospital, Brendon Urie was admitted into the hospital this morning. As you are his emergency contact, we felt it to be best to inform you of his condition." The woman on the other line spoke calmly as I gasped.

"H-He's in hospital?"

"I'm afraid so, miss, is there anyway you can get here?" She asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll find a way somehow. Thank you for telling me." I held back a sob, my hands shaking.

"Of course, I wish all will be well." With those final words the line went dead, and I finally released all tears.

I picked up my keys and some money, shoving everything into a bag before leaving and calling for a cab. I told the driver where to do, my voice wavering as I spoke.

My hands were shaking and my breathing became rapid, but I forced myself to calm down. No, I can't panic. Not right now, Brendon is the most important thing right now. I need to know he's okay.

As soon as we reached the hospital I practically threw money at the driver before rushing out the cab and into the hospital. I ran to reception, placing my shaky hands on the desk.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked, giving me a kind smile.

"I-I need to see Brendon? Brendon Urie?"

"Are you a relative?" She typed on her computer as I placed my hand near my face, pulling at my lips.

"I-I'm his girlfriend." I stuttered, tears spilling.

"Name, please?" She asked sweetly, taking her time to answer questions.

"Y/n, I'm his emergency contact, too."

"That you are, if you'd please go take a seat his doctor will be with you shortly." She have a gentle smile, ushering me away from the desk and into the waiting room.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait for long. A doctor soon walked out into the waiting area and called for any family members of Brendon Urie. I quickly stood up and rushed over to him, and he lead me into an office.

"Is he okay?" I was quick to ask, I needed answers.

"He will be, I understand your concern for Mr Urie but there's a high chance that he will survive." The doctor nodded, not giving me a minute to comment before he spoke again.

"The plane that Mr Urie was riding in had some turbulence issues, causing the pilots to lose control and the plane to crash. Urie was one of the lucky ones, we have over 20 casualties, a few pronounced dead and the rest are survivors with little to no injuries at all.

"Brendon's current state is stable, though as of now he is a comatose patient. His head collided with something during the impact, and he is suffering from a few fractured bones along with a broken bone.

"His condition is server, but I believe that he will be fine. Though I must warn you that there is the possibility that he may not awake from the comatose state."

I couldn't speak, I had no words after everything the doctor had told me. Brendon is in a coma? He's hurt?

Will be be okay, though? There's a chance that he may never wake up, what happens then?

"C-can I see him?" I stuttered, wiping away my tears though that seemed useless as they were continuous.

"Of course, follow me."

A/N; I've no idea if any of the terms and stuff I've used is correct, but I don't care. My fic, my made up bullshit. 😂

Thank you to my lovely friend InTheSingleCowHerd for helping out again, you guys should really check out some of her stuff. She deserves a lot of credit and more recognition.

Until next time,
~xoB🦇