Idk how but he found me (Brallon)

41) The End of All Things

Brendon's POV

I might have well been drunk during tonight's set. I couldn't focus, I was messing up lyrics and constantly on the wrong part of the stage. At one point during if crazy = genius I was standing where the fire comes out and only moved seconds before. It was one of my worst performances ever. After the show I sat down in the green room with Patrick. Pete and Ryan are also in the room but I don't know where Dallon is. I assume he's in his own dressing room or something. I look through twitter and see a whole bunch of unhappy tweets. Tweets saying I seemed drunk on stage again and videos of me nearly getting hit by fire. Great, the last thing I needed right now is my fans hating me. One tweet really got to me. It read "man Brendon has really been letting himself go. Drunk on stage again he doesn't give two shits about his fans. I've lost all my respect for him". I don't know why it hurt me as much as it did. I decide to send out a tweet. It reads "a massive apology to all my fans at the show tonight. I know over the past years I haven't been at my best but tonight was not one of those drunken nights. Something has happened to one of my close friends and I haven't been able to focus. I apologize for the horrible show, I'm sorry."

I send out the tweet and close my phone. I watch Patrick as his chest slowly rises and falls. My minds blank as I watch him sleep. "Do you think we should take him to a hospital?" I look up at Pete.

"What will a doctor be able to do?" Pete asks.

"Well if he's human now he might be in a coma, and if he's in a coma he needs to go to a doctor." I explain. They sit silently looking from each other than back to me.

"Pete I think he's right." Ryan says with a comforting face. "They might be able to help."

"What would they know? I can help him just fine. I can keep reading and asking other angels." Pete's eyes start to tear up. "I know I can help him." He sounds defeated. Ryan puts a hand on his back and rubs it slightly. Pete breaks down into tears. I feel bad for bringing it up but I really think we should take him to a hospital. Pete cries for a few minutes before wiping away his tears.

"Have either of you seen Dal?" I ask once he's recovered.

"Not since the show." Ryan replies. "He's probably just in our dressing room." I nod my head and go look for him. As I walk down the hall I pick at my fingers nervously. My heart starts to race a little for no good reason. I walk into an empty dressing room, no Dallon in sight. I start to chew on my bottom lip and my heart speeds up even more. Zach walks by me in the hall and I ask him if he's seen Dal and he says no. I start to pull at my ear and clenching my fist with my other hand. I look around the hall quickly and my breathing moves just as fast. My hands get sweaty and so do my eyes. I feel like I can't breath at all. I stop walking to try and catch my breath but I can't. I lean against the wall and slowly slide down it till I hit the floor. I cover my face with my arms and knees. My chest hurts like knives stabbing between each rib. Breathing has become a manual labor.

"Bren what happened?" I hear Dallon's voice. My head shoots up to look at him.

"I couldn't find you." I quietly say. He sits down besides me and holds me tightly.

"I took a nap in my green room during your set and when I woke up I went outside to get some air." He smiles at me lightly. "I'm sorry I scared you." My breathing doesn't slow down. I start pulling at my fingers again. My mind is racing and I don't know what's happening.

"I can't breath." I mutter. He grabs my hands to stop me from pulling at them.

"Breath with me." He says. He slowly breaths in a deep breath and I follow along. My breath is much more shaky than his. He holds his breath for a few seconds than let's it out slowly. I mimic his breathing. He holds his breath again for a moment than goes back to breathing in. We repeat this a few times until I feel in control of my body again. "Feeling any better?" He asks me. I nod my head yes slightly.

"I don't know what happened." I whisper.

"I think you had a panic attack." He tells me. "Whenever you feel that way close your eyes and think of a square. Each line you breath differently. One line you breath in, then you hold it, then breath out, hold it one more time and then repeat. It will help you calm down."

"Thank you." I smile and kiss him. I can hear someone running towards us from down the hall. I look past Dallon to see Ryan running at us.

"Patrick is awake!" He shouts and both of us shoot off the floor. We both completely forget our conversation. We follow Ryan down the hall back to the dressing room. Pete is kneeling down by Patrick and talking to him. We all gather around Patrick.

"How do you feel Patrick?" I asks immediately.

"Like someone beat the absolute crap out of me. What even happened?" Patrick's voice sounds like someone has been rubbing sand paper along this throat for the past two days. Nobody answers his question. He looks back and forth between all of us.

"You fell." Pete simply says. Patrick's face drops into a deep shock and sadness. The air falls silent again. Patrick's eyes avoid all of our faces. He stares straight up at the ceiling and his eyes begin to water. Pete finally breaks the silence "it's going to be okay though because I'll find a way to fix this. Listen everything will be okay." Pete's now crying as he speaks. "Talk to me babe, please. Please talk to me, tell me how your feeling." Patrick doesn't move. His eyes stay locked on the ceiling. I don't know what to say at all.

"Patrick talk to us." I say quietly.

"Okay." He mutters. "Human, okay." He sits up slowly. By the way he's moving so carefully I can tell he's sore. He still doesn't make eye contact with any of us. "Human." He repeats. He finally looks at Pete. "Can we go home?"

Pete looks down before answering. "No Patrick, you're human you can't go up to heaven."

"Right, yeah, sorry." He says under his breath.

"Don't apologize." Pete smiles and kisses his cheek. "Let's go to a hotel so you can rest in some quiet." Patrick just nods. Pete helps him up and they both disappear with a gust on wind.

"Wait so they could have teleported me anywhere before." I laugh a little trying to lighten the mood. The others don't find it that funny and I immediately stop laughing. "You think they will be okay?" I ask.

"They'll be fine, both of them are strong." Ryan reassures me. "I'll see you two on the bus." He says than walks out of the room. I sit down on the couch with a loud sigh and Dallon does the same.

"I love you so much and if it weren't for Patrick we probably wouldn't have gotten back together." I tell Dallon.

"You probably would be dead without him." Dallon laughs.

"That's fair." I start cracking up. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kisses me softly. I feel calm and safe for the first time in what feels like ages. He pulls away with our foreheads against each other's.

"Everything's going to be okay right?" I ask.

"Everything's going to be okay."

A/N
It's the end of this story.  Is it a cliff hanger? Yes.  Do I have ideas for a second story? Yes.  Will I write that second story?  I don't know yet.  I hope everyone has liked this story I loved writing it and seeing everyone's comments.  Thank you for supporting my shitty ass writing.