Reyas POV
I slowly opened my eyes. They burned. I brought my hand up to brush back the sand in the corners of my eyes. I felt something gripping my hand and looked down. Andy was sound asleep with his head on his arm that was resting on the side of the bed. His hand was still holding mine and a light blue blanket was resting over his shoulders. He looked so peaceful, innocent. His silky black hair was covering his eyes, and I reached out to gently brush it back. He groaned and shifted his head. He slowly stretched his shoulders and opened his piercing blue eyes, still resting his head.

"Why hello," he whispered. His voice was thick and raspy.

I weakly smiled. "Good morning."

He pulled himself upright in the chair and reached forward to stretch his arms. "Damn, my arms completely numb."

"Haha, probably because youve been sleeping on it for so long. Here, give me your arm." I offered. He gave me an odd look, obviously wondering what I'd do. I knew as his arm began to feel again it would be very painful for a few minutes as the blood began to return to his fingers. "Come on, just trust me." He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his arm palm side up next to my side. I reached over and began to carefully massage the muscles of his forearm with my fingertips. I looked up to see his eyes closed. I swear I could hear him almost growling like a dog when you scratch their ears in the right spot.

"That feels nice." he whispered. Smiling, I continued to his wrist and his hands. "Ahhh, I can feel my fingers again." He began to open and close his fist, regaining movement. I slowly stopped. He stayed sitting on my bed. He looked down at me. "Thank you, I've never seen someone do that before. I end up sleeping on my arms or hands all the time by habit and usually I wake up with this horrible needle like feeling and it won't go away. It takes forever to stop and then my arm will hurt for at least a half an hour after that. It's quite the pain in the ass."

"It's no problem. I used to sleep on my stomach as a kid and in my sleep I would lay on my arms and wake up freaking out when I couldn't feel them. My dad showed me how to do that. He used to do that for my mom when she was pregnant with me because her legs would constantly ache and the same with her back. You push in the pressure point and it relaxes the muscles and increases blood flow."

"That's cool." He smiled. My god he had a great smile. Those eyes were crystal like. His black lashes outlined them perfectly, making them even more noticeable. "I guess you're going home today then?" he acknowledged sullenly.

"Unfortunately." I looked up at him. I would have to return to my home in Spring Ridge. My parents had no idea about the offer to join Black Veil Brides on tour. I had about two weeks to convince them to let me go. It was April 14th and I had till April 23rd. My school went on spring break tomorrow for a week. Gladly I would be able to rest this week at home, since I wouldn't be able to go anything for awhile. The doctor told me I wouldn't be able to leave bed for about a week and after that I could very slowly return to my usual routine. My ribs werent as bad as when Andy broke his a few months prior, so I didn't need the same time to recover. Asking my parents to allow me on tour would have already been difficult, being injured would make this even worse. I didn't even want to think about returning to school next week...

Andy switched into a clean shirt and brought me my bags. He had gotten Siren to bring them to the hospital since they had been left on our borrowed bus. Sammi arrived and told Andy to go get lunch so that she could help me get ready to go home. A nurse came in and together they helped me take a shower (thank god I could keep on my under clothes). With my hair clean, Sammi braided it back and teased my bangs. I put on a black veil brides t shirt I had in the bag. Sammi helped me into a pair of loose pink sweatpants she brought, since I couldn't wear jeans with the bruises. My ribs were wrapped and I was given a list of medications and when to take them. She waited with me until Andy returned. I talked with both of them about touring, until my parents arrived to take me home.

My parents looked surprised to see Sammi, whose hair was two toned light purple and white blonde. Sammi introduced herself as a girlfriend of Andy's guitar player. She said she had set up the bands for the festival and told them just how wonderful my band performed. They seemed hesitant to talk about the gig, but thanked her for helped me out. My parents were oblivious to a lot that happened. They never knew about relationship with my blade. They had no idea just how much they had to thank Sammi and Andy for. Both had helped me so much. Sammi hugged me and apologized for leaving me so soon, but promised to keep in contact with me for the next few weeks.

Andy's goodbye wasn't so easy. He followed us when the nurse put me in a wheelchair to take to my parents car. Andy was silent in the elevator. The nurse wheeled me out the sliding doors to my parents waiting Mazda. My mom was driving my car that was parked behind my dad in the Mazda. My car was loaded with my bags and equipment. Andy helped a nurse put me in the Mazda. After she left, Andy hesitated by the open car door. My mom was speaking with another nurse by the front doors about my medications. My dad was standing outside of the car. Andy kneeled down, his face slightly under mine.

"So...I guess this is goodbye," he said quietly.

"Yeah, I've gotta go home." I sighed. I wish I could just go with him, but I was in no condition to do that.

"Text me? Talk to your parents about tour and tell me if you have any progress with them so I can tell our manager."

"I will." My dad got in the car and started the engine. "Bye Andy." I said with a sad expression. My dad was watching through the rear view. Andy kissed my hand and closed the door. He turned to leave and stopped. He walked back to the car and I rolled down the window.

He leaned into the car and whispered, "Oh, and if Seth does anything, call me." I nodded and he left as my dad pulled away from the hospital. I watched him walking to a car. He stopped, watching the car drive off. I wasn't sure if the pain in my chest was from my ribs, or sadness. I don't know why it seemed to hurt so much to leave Andy. I had only known him for four days, yet he was already so involved with my life. My phone buzzed in the pants pocket. I pulled it out to see a text from Andy.

Andy: Stay close xx

Andy's POV
I watched her car slowly drive off, her face disappearing into the distance. Why did I feel so alone right now? I've never been dependent or possessive ever. I was probably just protective since she was injured. I leaned against the black BMW of Jinxx and Sammis I was borrowing. I felt edgy. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pack of cigarettes and my lighter. I lit the Marbarlo and took a drag. Usually the first hit was enough to calm me, but as I huffed through it, I realized it did nothing to help me. I was just as tense as when I lit it. I stomped it out and grabbed my phone instead. I already felt worried without her by me. What was she thinking? Did her parents like me? What the fuck am I thinking? I've never been concerned about people's opinions of me. Never. I needed to tell her something, so sent her a message.

You: Stay close xx

Simple enough. I saw another message appear, I was hoping it was her, until I saw it was Carrie, my current "fling" as Jinxx said. I'd been messing around with her for a few weeks, since she stayed with her brother whose on our equipment team. She was hot, and very willing to do anything. She'd been around me every night since she got in tour, and I realized I hadnt spoken to her since Friday afternoon, when I met Reya.

Carrie: hey ;) I have a surprise for you at the hotel. I got a key from Ashley. See you soon.

dammit Ashley. Maybe some fun with Carrie would take my edge off..

Notes

Sad chapter :(