ANDY’S P.O.V

I pace around the station.

Why am I here?
Why am I here?
Why am I here?

I continually ask myself.

The truckie is sitting down at the interrogation, head in his hands. It’s all you god dammed fault, if they fucking die, I swear to god…wait Biersack, you’re getting way ahead of yourself here.

CC and My sister, they're in hospital, seriously hurt and it’s his entire fault, well, that’s not exactly true.

Ash told me that Viv was screaming at me just before the accident. He said he thought it was just an effect from the drink, obviously not.

If only the music had been turned down, if only I had heard her, then maybe they wouldn’t be in as serious condition as they are now.

So it’s partly my fault. That makes me feel a whole lot better – not.

The cop asks me to sit down so they can ask me and the truckie - whose name is John - some questions.

He asks me if I had consumed any alcohol that night, I said I hadn’t. He asks if I may have been under the influence of drugs, I said "no officer".

He checks questions of his list, one by one, I said no to all of them.

Then he interrogates John. He had consumed well over the drinking limit of alcohol and had been smoking pot as well. The cops says he is on bail until the 2nd of November, a month from now, then he will receive a (mini) Court hearing and then it will be decided if he is to pay a fine or spend time in jail.

John leaves and I follow, but then I hear the cop’s phone ring. I know it’s none of my business but I hang out inside the door’s shadow to hear what the cop is saying:

"‘Yep…uh-huh…oh shit – pause – What? That’s a little much! You should be ashamed…yes…okay…bye."

I hear a beep then footsteps. I scurry away down the hall.

"Uh, Mr Biersack? Would you mind if I speak to you?"

I prepare myself for the worst as I walk into the room

"Your sister is fine, she has a temporary speaking problem, but that will be fixed in a jiffy" he informs me.

"CC?" I croak hoarsely

"Ah, he was not so lucky. He has crushed vertebrae, broken ribs, blood loss and torn ligaments, plus he is using life support. He needs A LOT of money for the operations. $10,000 say? He is in a serious condition and it’s not likely he will make it without the operations. I’m sorry"

I stand there, I bubble of fear arises in me, then my fear turns to anger

"Can’t you do anything about it? Can’t that GEEZER who put them in the hospital pay for it?" I cry

"I’m afraid that that isn’t the way it works sir’" then he walks out of the room? Leaving me alone to wallow in my puddle of self-pity.

JAKE’S P.O.V

I roll up at the station, Andy doesn’t like driving since the accident, and he has taken all of his KISS CDs out of the car and put them who knows where. So now, I am Andy’s driver, if he wants to go somewhere, he calls me.

I’m not exactly thrilled with it, sometimes he pulls me out of some pretty important shit that’s going down, but it’s the least I can do for him, seeming as he is taken the accident pretty hard.

Andy opens the door and climbs in, a little clumsily.

"What Happened?" I ask, seeing the distraught look on his face.

"Everything" he says glumly. "It’s not likely CC is gonna make it without the operations, which cost about ten grand. And seeming that he isn’t with any heath fund, they can’t do the operations".

I sit there shocked, my mouth forming an ‘O’.

"But, but can’t that truckie-…" he cuts me off

"Can’t the truckie pay for it? Of course not “that’s not the way it works” that’s what the cop said"

He pauses

"What is wrong with the world, Jakey? Why is money such a big issue?"

I sigh and straighten my arms against the steering wheel.

-

We drive back to Andy’s house in silence; we pass cars and trucks on the highway.

We listen to the radio, then a KISS song – Beth – came on.

Andy smashes the ‘mute’ button and sits back in his seat, his jaw clenched.

"I just wish I could fucking DO something, man" he whispers. "I feel like he’s my brother and I’ve only known him few hours, Viv said they become fast friends as well. Does he have this natural charm?"

I just shake my head and sigh.

Then an idea forms in my head

"Andy" I say urgently

"What?" he asks.

A smile stretches across my face.

"The Army. The BVB Army, they will help"

Notes

Okay so i know it hasn't been long but i begged dad to let me use his WiFi hotspot so i could upload another chapter because i felt so horrible for leaving CC like that!!
Anyways, I hope you are enjoying the story!
I have ideas for a sequel for this, a Jake fanfic, and an Andy fanfic :)
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~e.t.