By the time we arrived at our destination, I have fallen asleep once more, I am jostled awake as Patrick stands up with me in his arms to get out of the car. “Good evening Mr. Stump, Mr. Way, Mr. Urie.” I hear a voice say, “Are they alright?”
Wait. That man spoke to them. That man saw them. If that man could see them that means two things, I’m not dead, and they aren’t angels.
“Yes,” The man named Patrick chuckles, “friends’ just had a bit too much to drink.” He chuckles again and continues walking. When he walks through a door I am hit with a blast of hot air and it feels like heaven. I curl into Patrick’s side, content with the comfortably warm sensation, and then I feel Patrick’s knee stab in my back as he readjusts me to higher up in his arms, no need to be gentle or anything.
Once the four of us go up a quite long elevator trip, I hear a door unlock and feel my feet and knees knocked against a wall.
“Be fucking careful with them! You don’t know how hurt they are!” hisses a voice that sounds like Gerard, the dry Jersey-sounding accent is hard to mistake. Patrick places me on a soft and fluffy bed extremely gently and I can sense the feeling slowly coming back to the rest of my body. I sit up slowly and look around. My vision is blurry, but I can just make out three figures standing around me and a few light sources in various parts of the large room. Other than that I can hardly see anything else around me. My vision seemed better than this when I first woke up in the parking garage; I wonder what could have happened in the car ride to damage my sight. What if I have a concussion? I sure hope not, if I do than my vision could my permanently damaged.
“Do you remember your name?” Patrick asks.
“Chris.” I reply automatically.
“What a nice name, Chris. Is it short for anything?” he asks, trying to be patient with me.
“I think so, but I can’t remember what.” I am getting very frustrated now; I can’t even remember my own name. I must have really hit my head.
“That’s okay. Do you remember what happened to you, Chris?” I am thinking of some way to reply when I break down crying. Maybe it’s the stress of the situation or something in the emotions department was screwed up when I hit my head but I couldn’t stop crying. I feel the bed depress slightly as someone sits down next to me, very close to me actually. I can see a hint of red hair so I assume that it is Gerard. I feel his arms wrap around me and pull me into his shoulder gently; he tangles his fingers in my hair while I cry on his shoulder, probably ruining his shirt if I am wearing makeup. Once I am done crying I sit up again, still sniffling.
“Who are you guys?” I ask, “Why are you being so kind to me, I don’t even remember how you found me, you owe me nothing, why are you doing this?” Patrick inhales quickly as if he is about to answer but instead he cries out in surprise.
“Ah! Brendon!” he shouts, “Find a first aid kit, now!” I am about to ask him what is going on when I feel a sharp pain in my upper back, right on my left shoulder. I reach back to feel for whatever is on my back and when I pull my hand away, I can see that it is stained red with my blood, and I pass out.

Notes

I'm back! Sorry for the delay, midterms I tell you!
hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last and I love all of you!!
Hope you had a great week, Killjoys!