Wrong number • Brendon Urie x reader

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Walking into a hospital to find your boyfriend laying on one of the beds, looking bruised and practically lifeless is frightening.

So when I walked in to find Brendon laying on a hospital bed, cuts and bruises littering his skin, I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand.

Tears sprung to my eyes, it gave my physical pain to see my love in a state like this. He shouldn't be here, stuck doing nothing but laying unconscious. Someone filled with so much energy shouldn't be on a hospital bed, stuck inside their own head in a coma.

I shakily walked over to Brendon's bed, sitting at the chair next to him and clasping his hand tightly in mine. The doctor took one glance at me before nodding and quickly exiting the room.

Once the doctor left, the tears flooded my face, some falling and landing on our hands. His skin felt cold to touch, he looked lifeless.

I bit my lip, taking in a deep breath before lifting a hand and placing it on his head. I moved his hair out of his face, playing with a few curled strands whilst I tried to calm my crying a little.

"Hey Bren," I whispered, once I had control over my heavy breathing. "What happened out there, huh?"

"You were supposed to come here, and everything was gonna be fine. We were gonna be okay, cuddled together and watching movies on my shitty couch. You'd say something and I'd laugh, leaning up to kiss you." My sentences broke out in a sob, I placed my head down on Brendon's chest.

"Why did this happen? Baby, please be okay. I need you to be okay!" I cried, clinging onto his body but being careful not to hurt him.

I wasn't aware of how long I was in the hospital, clinging on to Brendon's hand. I was only aware that I had been woken up to find a gentle looking face smiling sympathetically at me.

"Sorry hun, visiting hours are over now. I'm afraid you'll have to leave, you can come back tomorrow." A nurse spoke gently, holding a clipboard to her chest.

"Okay, can I have a moment?" I whispered, not being able to bring my voice louder.

"Of course." The nurse smiled softly before swiftly turning around and leaving the room.

"I have to go now Bren," I turned to face my boyfriend, "I love you, so much. Please come back to me."

One last tear escaped my eye as I leaned down and kissed Brendon's forehead, tucking some of his grown hair behind his ear before leaving the room quietly.

The nurse was nowhere to be seen as I made my way to the receptionist, checking the visiting hours time and leaving the hospital. It wasn't too late, so I decided to call Zack.

"Y/n?" Zack's confused sounding voice spoke through my phone.

"Hey, are you busy?" I asked quietly, shifting my weight from foot to foot.

"Uh- no, no not really. Is everything okay?" He asked, now sounding concerned.

"I-I- brendon. H-he's in hospital." I breathed out, blinking rapidly in attempt to fight back tears.

"Text me the hospital you're at, I'm on my way." Zack's voice became rushed before he hung up, I quickly sent him the hospital name.

By the time Zack got here, I had collapsed to my knees as a wave of new cries overtook me. Zack ran over to me, kneeling beside me and hugging me. He stroked my hair, shushing me to calm me down. After a while he helped me to my feet, taking me to his car before driving us to his house.

Zack let me sleep in the guest room, although we both knew I wouldn't be getting much sleep. We both realised that when I awoke an hour later after falling asleep, screaming from a dream that Brendon had died in. Zack decided to stay up with me that night, we both sat on the couch cradling mugs of hot chocolate whilst silently hoping that Brendon would be okay.