My Prophet

I laid down, ready to get x-rayed. Coralie was standing outside of the viewing window, her arms crossed and her eyes full of worry. I had changed into a hoodie and jeans that she went home to get me.

"Okay Mr. Biersack, we're going to put this in your lap." The nurse said holding a lead mat up. I nodded and closed my eyes. I was in so much pain it was ridiculous. I heard the big machine whirr around me. I put my hood up and sighed.

After ten minutes we were finished so I stood up and painfully walked out to Coralie. I took her hand and we walked back to the small room I was put in for the night. I laid down on the bed and Corrie sat in the chair next to me. Her eyes were glued to my face as I looked at the wall across from me.

"Andy, are you alright?" She asked. I sighed and shook my head. She grabbed my hand with both of hers and rested her head on my shoulder. I let my head rest on hers.

"I think I fucked myself up." I said. She patted my stomach soothingly.

"It's okay." She said breathing in deeply.

"What about Warped Tour?" I asked.

"We don't know what's wrong yet. You could still go." She said

I sighed heavily, "Everything was going so well." She kissed my cheek.

"I promise that even if it's not okay, I'll be right by your side." I sat up a little bit and we laced hands. She leaned on my chest and I felt a little pain but I wanted to hold her. To feel her against me.

"Come here." I said and she climbed into bed with me. I wrapped my arms around her even though the pain was now searing and relaxed back a bit.

"Mr. Biersack and Ms. Johnson?" The doctor raised his eyebrow as he walked in the room.

"That's us." I said, weakly.

"Alright, well we have the results of your x-Ray's and I hate to say it but it's not good. Looks like you have three cracked ribs." He said, "They're on your left side. The middle three and it's going to take a few weeks for you to heal. Even then you still won't be fully recovered and you'll need a lot of help. Especially out on the road. That's why I needed to talk to you Coralie. If he goes on tour you need to go to make sure he's okay everyday."

"I will be." She said.

"I would advise for you to not go out on tour for two weeks and then you can join them." He said. I groaned.

"Alright." I said.

"I feel like you should have a few other people with you to help take care of him until you go on tour." He said. Coralie nodded.

"Will your mother come out?" She asked.

"She always wants an excuse to take care of me." I chuckled.

"Great." He nodded. "We'll get a brace on you and then you can head home."

"Okay." I sighed.

"Follow me." We stood up, me grunting, and walked down the hallway. We veered off into a small room with a bunch of braces, boots, and casts in it. "Linda will you help Mr. Biersack with his brace. Show his fiancé how to put it on and everything." He said to the nurse in there.

"Of course. Take your shirt off for me." She said. I did as she said, not really in the mood to joke, and she measured my waist. "Your going to need a small." She said, grabbing a tan brace off the rack.

"Okay, Ms. Johnson is it?" Linda said.

"Yes." Corrie nodded walking closer to us.

"Basically just attach the brace back here where the velcrow is and then tighten according to his size. This section might be a little swollen so I won't tighten it too much." Linda said.

"Okay." Corrie sighed.

"Alright your all finished. We've called in some painkillers for you. Coralie if you could pick them up?"

"We can do it on the way home, I'll leave him in the car." She laughed.

"Sounds good. Get better, Mr. Biersack." Linda walked out.

"Thank you." I nodded. Corrie held my hand and helped me out to the car. She immediately pulled out of the spot and sped out of the parking lot.

"I love you." I said, taking her hand.

"I love you too."

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