Fallen Angel
Part Two. Saviour
You can't open your eyes. You can't move a muscle in your body. You can hardly even breath, your chest tightening in panic. 'What the fuck happened?' You scream inside your head 'Why can't I move?!'
All the worst possible scenarios race through your head
What if you never walk again?
What if you never moved again?
Maybe you'd lost your eyesight.
Your mind races, anxiety and frustration bouncing off the walls of your mind. All you can hear is a heart monitor bleep and several shoes squeaking on the lino coming towards you.
"We have no relatives or contacts to get in touch with. The police searched her van, she didn't have a lot in there, a duffel bag in the back and some band paraphernalia in the front. The cd was still playing somehow as the firemen got there.." A needle jabs into your arm and you drift off to the sound of a rich woman's voice speaking.
You regain consciousness to the sound of music, not just any music but what sounded distinctly like a mellowed version of the Black Veil Brides song 'Fallen Angels'. You ponder for a moment as to what is going on and how are you hearing this being sung so realistically. The voice sounds just like Andy's... Wait a second. It is Andy's!
You feel like your whole body has relaxed, like a curse is being lifted from your body, the hex is broken. You open your eyes to see Andy Beirsack and Ashley Purdy sat by your bedside, stunned into silence by your awakening.
'Holy shit' Ashley mutters under his breath 'She's awake', Ignoring this statement, Andy sits staring into my eyes, his continual gaze of intense blue eyes runs a shiver down my body, my heart is now racing.
"Bree? Bree are you awake?"
You struggle to nod, your mouth still feeling numbed.
'Fookin' hew' you slur under your breath.
A grin cracks across Ashley's face but Andy doesn't react, his face drawn with concern.
"The morphine is still wearing off, she'll be alright in a minuet" The rich voiced nurse explains, removing the needle from your arm and replacing where it'd been with some cotton wool and tape. Your mind is racing, you can't quite grasp what's going on still.
'A-am I dead-d-d?'
"No sweetheart, you're very much alive" Andy inputs, his voice sounding deep yet gentle.
'We brought you back to life' Ash grins again 'you were in a coma for 9 days!'
The shock must've shown on your face because the nurse frowned and scalded the guys to steady on.
"We heard of your story and wanted to help. You had a ticket for our Manchester gig didn't you?"
You jerkily nod again,
'Sure-ly you didn't c-ome just for me though?" You're speach is improving considerably, but you can't shake that numb brain feeling.
"Well we heard of you from the kindly doctor who's fixing Jinxx's nose after he nosedived onto concrete.." Ashley enlightens me "one pint too many" He laughs to himself, you huskily giggle aswell.
'Is he okay?' You inquire sort of nibbling your lip as best you can to express your concern.
"Bree you just came out a coma, he's just stupid, can't cure that" Andy retorts looking almost irritated that you'd worried about someone else.
"I went into the coma out of stupidity really though." You mumble. "Wet roads, no sleep and lack of concentration."
"Why didn't you pull over?"
"Well, I didn't really want to be in a quiet room to stew by myself to be honest." You confess into Andy's enticing blue eyes. You feel tears spill over, splashing down your cheeks.
"Maybe it's time for some rest hon?" The nurse commands, in that way which makes you believe you have made the decision when you haven't.
"We're here for you Bree." Ashley promises. That's the first time someone's told you that in years. It means so much.
Andy comes over and plants a kiss on your cheek, his lips so light and soft you hardly feel them there. He wipes a tear with his thumb before the nurse escorts them both out.
Your heart bangs and jumps in your chest and for a second you almost believe it's going to crash right out through your rib cage. Your cheek tingles where Andy's lips had been.
In a coma for nine days.
And the person to wake you up was non other than
Andy fucking Beirsack.
All the worst possible scenarios race through your head
What if you never walk again?
What if you never moved again?
Maybe you'd lost your eyesight.
Your mind races, anxiety and frustration bouncing off the walls of your mind. All you can hear is a heart monitor bleep and several shoes squeaking on the lino coming towards you.
"We have no relatives or contacts to get in touch with. The police searched her van, she didn't have a lot in there, a duffel bag in the back and some band paraphernalia in the front. The cd was still playing somehow as the firemen got there.." A needle jabs into your arm and you drift off to the sound of a rich woman's voice speaking.
You regain consciousness to the sound of music, not just any music but what sounded distinctly like a mellowed version of the Black Veil Brides song 'Fallen Angels'. You ponder for a moment as to what is going on and how are you hearing this being sung so realistically. The voice sounds just like Andy's... Wait a second. It is Andy's!
You feel like your whole body has relaxed, like a curse is being lifted from your body, the hex is broken. You open your eyes to see Andy Beirsack and Ashley Purdy sat by your bedside, stunned into silence by your awakening.
'Holy shit' Ashley mutters under his breath 'She's awake', Ignoring this statement, Andy sits staring into my eyes, his continual gaze of intense blue eyes runs a shiver down my body, my heart is now racing.
"Bree? Bree are you awake?"
You struggle to nod, your mouth still feeling numbed.
'Fookin' hew' you slur under your breath.
A grin cracks across Ashley's face but Andy doesn't react, his face drawn with concern.
"The morphine is still wearing off, she'll be alright in a minuet" The rich voiced nurse explains, removing the needle from your arm and replacing where it'd been with some cotton wool and tape. Your mind is racing, you can't quite grasp what's going on still.
'A-am I dead-d-d?'
"No sweetheart, you're very much alive" Andy inputs, his voice sounding deep yet gentle.
'We brought you back to life' Ash grins again 'you were in a coma for 9 days!'
The shock must've shown on your face because the nurse frowned and scalded the guys to steady on.
"We heard of your story and wanted to help. You had a ticket for our Manchester gig didn't you?"
You jerkily nod again,
'Sure-ly you didn't c-ome just for me though?" You're speach is improving considerably, but you can't shake that numb brain feeling.
"Well we heard of you from the kindly doctor who's fixing Jinxx's nose after he nosedived onto concrete.." Ashley enlightens me "one pint too many" He laughs to himself, you huskily giggle aswell.
'Is he okay?' You inquire sort of nibbling your lip as best you can to express your concern.
"Bree you just came out a coma, he's just stupid, can't cure that" Andy retorts looking almost irritated that you'd worried about someone else.
"I went into the coma out of stupidity really though." You mumble. "Wet roads, no sleep and lack of concentration."
"Why didn't you pull over?"
"Well, I didn't really want to be in a quiet room to stew by myself to be honest." You confess into Andy's enticing blue eyes. You feel tears spill over, splashing down your cheeks.
"Maybe it's time for some rest hon?" The nurse commands, in that way which makes you believe you have made the decision when you haven't.
"We're here for you Bree." Ashley promises. That's the first time someone's told you that in years. It means so much.
Andy comes over and plants a kiss on your cheek, his lips so light and soft you hardly feel them there. He wipes a tear with his thumb before the nurse escorts them both out.
Your heart bangs and jumps in your chest and for a second you almost believe it's going to crash right out through your rib cage. Your cheek tingles where Andy's lips had been.
In a coma for nine days.
And the person to wake you up was non other than
Andy fucking Beirsack.
10/19/13