Rebel Yell

I ran to Andy. No way was this happening. Tears were streaming down my face as I knelt next to him. I took his hand, not daring to move him.
"A-Andy?"
His eyes remained closed. The smile was still on his face. I heard sirens wailing, people talking. I didn't care.
"Son, please move and allow the paramedics to work on him."
"I c-can't leave him."
"Sir, please. They can't help him if you don't move."
I stood up, my eyes never leaving his Andy's face. The paramedics immediately knelt where I was. I kicked something as the police led me away. It was Andy's phone. I picked it up.
"Right, then. Care to tell us what happened to your brother?"
I looked up. "Andy's not my brother. We went to see Batman. We were coming out. He was going to my car a-and then -" I stopped, unable to continue.
"We need his details."
"Whose?"
"Andy's. Your friend?"
I shook my head. "Boyfriend. Andrew Dennis Biersack, his birthday is the 26th of December, 1988. He lives in apartment 6 on floor 9 in the apartment building on McCoy's Road."
I saw the paramedics putting Andy in the ambulance.
"I need to go with him."
The police officer nodded. I ran and clambered into the back of the ambulance.

As the ambulance started moving, I took Andy's hand. The paramedic glanced at me.
"Try talking to him. It's possible he can hear you."
I nodded and licked my lips.
"Hey, Bright Eyes. It's me, Ashley. Come on, let me see those gorgeous sapphires that are your eyes."
His eyes remained closed.
"Andy, please if you can hear me at all, let me know some how."
His hand squeezed mine so lightly I thought I had imagined it. I gabbled to him all the way to the hospital.

At the hospital, they rushed Andy off to the operating room. I was left in the hallway. A nurse took my arm. I felt numb.
"Sir, are you alright?"
I shook my head. "My boyfriend got hit by a car."
"I'm so sorry, Sir. I'm afraid I need to get in contact with his parents."
I remembered his phone in my pocket.
"I can do it."
She nodded and I took his phone out. Going through his contacts, I found his parent's home number. I hit the dial button. It answered after the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Could I please speak to Mr and Mrs. Biersack?"
"Speaking."
"This is Ashley Purdy, the new bassist in your son's band. I'm a-afraid Andy's been hit by a c-car. He's in surgery at the Los Angeles Memorial Hospital."
His mother started crying and when his father spoke, his voice was thick.
"Thank you. We're on our way."
The phone cut out. I sat down and everything blurred up.

"WHERE IS MY SON?" A man was yelling, a woman with him, crying. The nurse behind the desk looked terrified.
"Mr. Biersack your son is still in surgery. Please take a seat. We will tell you as soon as there is any news."
He turned around and stared at me.
"Ashley Purdy?"
I nodded.
"Thank you for telling us about Andy."
"It's fine." My throat was raw. I didn't want to speak. His mother sat next to me.
"You seem very distraught."
I nodded. "I was with him when it happened."
His father stared at me. "Where were you?"
"I took him to see the new Batman movie. He went into the road and the car came out of nowhere."
"Why were you at the cinema?"
"I took him on a date. We're together."
His father stared at me. "Stay away from my son, you dirty little faggot, or you'll find out what Nazi Germany was like."
A nurse came over.
"Mr and Mrs Biersack, you can see your son."
I watched them walk off and stared after them. After a few minutes, I turned and left the hospital without looking back.