Wrong number • Brendon Urie x reader

t w e n t y s e v e n

A few weeks later, Brendon had nearly fully recovered from all injuries and was released from the hospital. We had just finished signing release forms, my arms wrapped around Brendon's waist as we walked to the car. I helped him get comfortable in the passenger seat before getting into the drivers side, he gave me a small smile as i began driving. We drove silently to my house, Brendon had at one point placed his hand on my thigh as a gentle reminder that he's here, he's alive and he's back with me.

Once we reached the house I helped him out the car and guided him to the bed, remembering that doctors had insisted on him getting bed rest for the time being. Whenever he moves, he complains about head pain so I set some pain relief by his side of the bed.

"Hey baby, do you want anything?" I questioned, kissing his forehead.

"Just you." He whispered back, tugging my hand.

I rolled my eyes, smiling as i crawled to my side of the bed and cuddled up against him. I had missed this, missed his warmth. The way he cradles my head when we cuddle sometimes, the way his fingers do little drawings on my skin, the way he twiddles my hair between his fingers. I looked up at him to see him already staring down at me with a content smile.

"I'm sorry this happened." He whispered, causing me to frown.

"It isn't your fault, love. No one can predict that accidents like those will happen, don't blame yourself." I placed a hand in his draw, my thumb tracing his lips and jawline.

"I love you." He kissed my thumb as it reached his lips before playfully biting on it.

"I love you." I leaned up to capture his lips with mine, we stayed like that for a moment before eventually drifting to sleep.

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When I woke up Brendon was thrashing around a little, I frowned before gently shaking him. I watched as he shot up into a sitting position, clinging on to my arm tightly as he scanned the room. His chest was rising and falling quickly, then he groaned out in pain.

"Bren?"

"I-I, baby." Brendon whimpered, eyes catching mind before he slumped against me. I wrapped my arms around him, hoping to give off comfort or some sort of protection to whatever he just dreamt about.

"Hey, shh, what is it? What happened?" I whispered, running a hand through his hair as his arms wrapped around my waist.

"I- had a dream," he paused for a moment, swallowing audibly and tightening his hold around me, "well- it was more like a m-memory, I guess, about the a-accident."

"You don't have to tell me if you aren't ready baby, you know that." I buried my face in his hair.

"I know, b-but I want to. I remember it all, everyone's screams, everyone's hushed voices whispering their 'I love yous' to each other. I remember me thinking that I won't see you again, that I'll never have the chance to say I love you, or even goodbye. I remember wishing to be someone else, just anyone else who wasn't in the situation that I was. I remember the feeling I had, I remember feeling like I had already died before anything else had even happened. I worried about the fans, how they'd never get to see us play live the same way or even us never playing again, how it would impact them and you if I had die-" Brendon cut himself off as a sob ripped through his words.

"Oh Bren, you don't have to worry about any of that anymore. You're here, you're alive and you're safe. I will help you through this the best that I can, okay? I know I can't do much to stop the dreams or the memories of what happened, and I can't even begin to imagine the thoughts and feelings you had when all that was happening," I took a breath, pulling away and holding his face in my hands, kissing him gently before continuing, "but I promise that I will help you and be with you for as long as you need me to be there, okay?"

"I can't get the image out of my head, people bleeding- seeing blood on my hands from my own injuries. I can't." He whimpered.

"I know, I know." I wiped away his tears, but they just kept coming. "Here, how about I put a film on for us to watch, order some food and get us some hot chocolate?"

"Okay." He gave a watery smile, kissing me once more before pulling away from me completely. He wiped at his eyes with the backs of his hands before taking a deep breath.

"You choose the movie," I passed Brendon the tv remote and got up netflix, "I'll go sort everything else out."

After I made us hot chocolates, I waited downstairs for take out and gathered my thoughts about everything Brendon had told me. I found myself feeling heartache for everyone involved, and for everything Brendon went through. He must have been terrified, or feeling a lot of things at once. The thought of me losing him hit me again, but I was quickly dragged away from my train of thought as the doorbell rang. I soon returned to the bedroom with out drinks and food, setting everyone out on the bed before getting comfortable. We spent the rest of the night watching films and eating before we drifted into a peaceful sleep curled up in each other's arms.

~A/N; hey!! i'm so sorry it took me so long to get this done. i've been struggling a lot with this book but i finally managed to think something up. hope it was reading worthy.

stay safe, stay rad.

~xoB🦇