Things Have Changed For Me (Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the Disco Fanfic)

Brendon's P.O.V.

I couldn't have been more afraid in my life when I saw all the blood on the floor and bed. I know that there's supposed to be some blood, but not that much. Erica keeps getting paler by the second, and the light behind her eyes keeps fading. Her grip on my hand's getting less tight. I'm starting to panic even though I'm not at the disco.

"Why is there so much blood," I frantically ask looking at the doctor then at Pete then Erica.

He gives me a worried look then says, "Susan get me blood for a blood transplant."

I look back down at Erica to see her gazing a the ceiling. Her eyes are glazed over. She has to stay with me. She can't leave me, our daughter, her family, and her friends... she can't.

"Hey baby stay with me and keep pushing," I softly say hoping that she can hear me.

"Just a couple more pushes, and your daughter's here," the doctor says.

Pete gives me a panicked look before Erica weakly screams and pushes. That's all it takes for Delilah to come out, but she isn't crying. That can't be a good thing.The doctor quickly cuts the cord then hands her to the nurses, and they go quickly walk away. Pete looks at me with a defeated look on his face, and tears are forming behind his eyes. Oh God we lost her. The tears start pouring down my face.

"Brendon why isn't she crying," Erica weakly ask.

"I-," I manage to say before her head falls to the side.

Her hand lets go of mine and falls to the side of the bed. The heart monitor goes flat line.

"B-Baby," I stutter in disbelief.

She can't be dead. No this is not happening. This cannot be happening. Not to my sweet Erica... not to the light of my life.

"I'm going to have to ask you two to leave now, so we can handle this properly," the doctor quickly says while nurses rush to Erica's side.

"I'm. Not. Leaving. Her," I yell at them.

"Bren-we have to, so they can h-h-help her," Pete says between sobs.

"I'm not fucking leaving her," I yell at him.

"They can't help her with you in the way," he loudly says.

"I'm staying here, and you can't fucking make me leave," I yell.

"Oh yes the fuck I can! They need to help her without us in the way! Now get your ass out of here before I fucking make you," Pete yells.

"Make. Me," I snap stepping towards Pete.

Just like that Pete hits me across my face, and I'm knocked back. Before I know it, he's dragging me out of the room.

"Let go of me! I need to stay with her," I yell.

People in the lobby look at us like we have ten heads or something.

"What the hell is going on," Patrick asks running out of a private room.

"She's dead, and they won't fucking let me stay with her," I scream as more tears pour down my face.

"W-Who? The baby or Erica," Patrick stutters out as tears flow down his face.

"Erica," I yell as Pete drags me into the room where everyone's at.

"Oh my God! I have to see her! Where the fuck is she," Patrick asks.

"What happened," Dallon asks as Bronx, Knox, and Amelia look up from playing with their toys.

"Erica's gone Dal! She's fucking gone," I yell as tears stream down my face.

"Come on Knox, Amelia, Ruby, and Bronx come with Meagan, me, Saint, and Declan to get some ice cream," Andy says with a shaky voice as tears threaten him.

"Where's Aunt Erica gone to," Amelia asks.

My heart breaks more than it has already when Amelia asks that.

"You guys just go with them," Breezy says trying to hide her tears.

Once they leave, everyone stars crying.

"I'm going to go fucking see her Pete, and if you try to stop me I swear to God I will fucking kill you," I yell at Pete as I stagger over to the door.

"Would you fucking calm down!? I know you're upset, but you're acting like a fucking idiot! The doctors' can't help her with us in the way! Why don't you understand that," Pete yells stepping in front of the door.

"I need to see her," I scream.

"Well wait until they say we can see her! I know we're all upset, but everyone is isn't acting like a idiot about this! Just try to calm down! Is this how she would want you to act," Pete says.

I don't say anything. I just storm over to the corner and lean against the wall. I slide down it and sit in the floor. I hug my legs and put my head between them. I cry... I don't care if anyone else can hear me. I cry until it hurts. Dallon comes over to comfort me, but I push him away. This can't be fucking happening. Everything was supposed to be fine. We were supposed to make it out okay. We were supposed to get married, grow old together, and have a family.... Live on top of the world and feel like a king and a queen. Her life was just getting started until this happened. What happened to Delilah? Knowing our luck... I bet she's gone.

After what seems like centuries of waiting around for an answer, the doctor comes into the room. I stagger up and wipe the tears from my face. He has a grave look on his face. This can't be good.

"Well, we finally got her heart to start beating again. The bad side to that is her brain was left without oxygen for a little over an hour. That means that there's a 50% chance that she could have some sort of brain damage.... at least she'll live. Erica's in a medical induced coma for now and undergoing a blood transplant. Your daughter Mr. Urie is in the NICU. We managed to get her breathing with a breathing tube. It seems like her lungs are under developed with her being a month and a half too early. She's doing fine right now with the help of the tube. As of right now, I will not be allowing anyone to see her, but I will let family only see Erica," he says.

I run out of the room and go into where she's at. She's laying on the bed, and it almost looks like she's sleeping. Her skin is so pale. I walk over to her and wrap my hand around her's. She's freezing cold, so I pull the covers up on her. Seconds later, Patrick comes running in. We look at each other, and we both start crying. We pull each other into a hug and start crying our eyes out again. At least she and Delilah are alive. I am thankful for that, but there's still a 50% chance that she might not be the same her. I don't care if she isn't... we'll get through this somehow. All the family we have... Dallon's, Andy's, Joe's, Pete's, Patrick's, Kenny's, Spencer's, mine, her's, and Jess... they'll help us get through it. After all before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger...