Finding Grace

I was so exhausted.
They had prodded me with needles and done so many tests on me I wasn't even sure what they were testing for anymore; surely at this point the baby was safe and we could go home.
I'd been here a week already and I was starting to go stir-crazy.
And I was pretty sure I was driving all the nurses that way too.
I glanced at Andy where he was sitting in the chair he'd slept in almost every night this week; I think all the nurses and even my bitchy doctor had a crush on him.
I was fairly sure they didn't like me.
But I'd also told them to go to hell in three different languages when I'd first gotten here.
So.
"What was the article on it?" I asked of my pregnancy. There had been stuff all over everywhere about fans freaking out about it, probably more so then even me and Andy had.
BVB had just now posted an announcement, apologizing to the fans of Warped that due to medical reasons they, and EFG, would have to miss the rest of the shows and be on hiatus until the baby was born.
Which meant even Andys European tour was on hold until the baby came.
Everything was on hold.
I loved that he cared so much that he wanted to do that, but I didn't want him putting his career on hold when he could still go out and perform; I was the one who was trapped to the bed for another four freaking months.
Which I was not looking forward to.
"Last week Leah Kabinov, frontwoman for Escape from Grace, had to be taken to the hospital after a complication with her pregnancy arose," Andy read calmly, "Though no mention of what kind of complication has been stated, Black Veil Brides frontman and father of the child, Andrew Biersack, made an announcement apologizing to fans at Warped that his band and Ms. Kabinovs would be unable to perform the remaining shows, and would be going on hiatus until their child was born. At this time, Ms. Kabinov has not been discharged from the hospital. We give her our best and hope she makes a full recovery."
"That was nice," I commented, propping my chin in hand. "And I don't believe it's anyone's business what kind of complication it was."
"It's not, and no one is going to say anything," Andy told me, tossing the magazine to the side. "So don't worry."
"I'm not worrying," I turned my attention back to the TV on the wall, watching the animal rescue show; right now they were trying to save one of those large turtles named Lazarus. For some reason he had air trapped in his body, and he couldn't dive for food and had been trapped floating for weeks.
I sniffled, seeing his depressed and pained turtle face take up the screen as they did a close up.
He looked so unhappy!
The poor turtle!
"Leah, what's wrong?" Andy asked, startled, and he grabbed my hand as I burst into hot tears; I'd been on the verge of crying all day and I wasn't sure why.
"What if Lazarus doesn't make it?" I squawled; mopping at my face. "Look at him! And he's old!"
My boyfriend just looked at me, and then up at the TV.
"I think that's enough animal planet," he sighed, and I smacked his hand when he reached for the remote.
"DONT YOU DARE! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO LAZARUS."
"Jeez, is this a bad time?"
We looked over, seeing Chris Motionless and Ricky Horror standing in the doorway.
"No," Andy let go of the remote. "It's fine. She's upset over the turtle right now."
The MIW guys looked at each other, as if seriously debating whether it had been a good idea to come here.
"What are you guys doing here? You should be heading home by now," I sniffed, using the sheet to blot my face.
"We were on our way but figured we'd stop by to see you," Ricky told me, sitting on the edge of the bed carefully so as not to jostle me. "We didn't mean to interrupt your turtle show."
"You're not," I said quickly, liking some new company.
My band and Andys had reluctantly already started on their way home, and they should be in L.A. in another few days, beating everyone else who had finished Warped up.
I really missed my band.
And I hated this hospital.
And I REALLY wanted an egg roll.
"I see everyone got you flowers," Chris looked amused as he glanced at the Window. I think half the artists at Warped had sent me flowers or teddy bears or something, though Jack from ATL had sent me a signed picture of himself and the teddy he'd sent, which I don't believe Andy had been too impressed with.
I thought it was great.
Anyway.
"Yeah, it was really nice of all of you," I said quickly, the black roses MIW had sent over sitting on my night stand and one of my favorites just because they were so unique.
Did I need to write everyone thank you cards? Probably.
Especially Kellin, since he'd stayed with me and tried to keep me calm when I'd been screaming and half out of my mind with worry.
"He made it!" I gasped excitedly, seeing the people at the Orlando Seaworld releasing Lazarus back into the sea; he'd weighed like 300 pounds and the cops who had helped rescue him had even gotten to help set him free.
If you love me let me gooo-ooo-ooo.
Dammit.
Now Frozen and Brenden Urie were stuck in my head.
Why were they so catchy?
"... Left me for the merch guy. I'm moving in with Kuza until I find my own place," Chris was saying, and I turned my attention back on him.
"Wait, what? Sabrina left you for Sebastian?" I blinked, and Chris nodded.
"Yeah. I'm moving out as soon as we get back."
"Aww, I'm sorry! But you could always stay in Gracie's room until we get it set up --- or have my old room in mine and Vales apartment," I offered thoughtlessly. "She did say she didn't want to live alone again."
"That's ok. I already have plans with Kuza. And Gracie?"
"Oh." I blushed. "The doctor thinks we're gonna have a girl."
"Twenty bucks, bitches!" Ricky suddenly grinned and high fived Chris. "We're rich!"
"Did everyone take bets on my baby?" I frowned, as annoyed as I sounded.
"Pretty much. Ash said boy, so she owes me a drink," Chris grinned. "Or several."
Andy chuckled, threading his fingers through mine as the guys chatted with us for a while.
Dr. Marris walked in as they were leaving, giving their tatted and pierced appearances a startled look.
"I have good news, Ms. Kabinov," she said, shutting the door behind them.
"I can leave this hell hole?" I asked excitedly, squirming.
"Yes. First thing tomorrow morning we are discharging you," she looked as happy as I did about it. "You are free to go on your way."
"Yes!"
Fucking freedom finally!
Andy looked relieved too.
We'd planned on just flying from Georgia straight back to Cali, so we only had enough stuff with us here that would fit into carry on bags.
But god was I afraid of heights.
"We need to get eggrolls to celebrate!"

Notes

Yeah I almost cried watching some documentary at my grandparents about this turtle Lazarus, and I'm not even pregnant.
And he really did survive, it was a good moment!
And anyway.

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