Ryan sits in the hospital room, waiting for Tyler to get there. It doesn't really matter if the rest of them come, there's no reason for them to, but they probably will anyways. The hospital they're at is a few hours away from the one they'd normally go to, so its going to take them a little while to get there. Unless Brendon decides to drive, then they'll be there within half an hour.

The room is silent other than the faint beeping of the heart monitor. It's two in the morning, one hour after Ryan woke up, three hours after this all happened. Ryan still doesn't understand how it happened. One minute him and Josh were happily (and horribly) singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, then Josh was screaming for him to move the car, and now they're in the hospital.

A doctor had told Ryan after he woke up that the car was hit by a semi-truck. The driver was drunk and driving in the wrong lane. He didn't make it out of the crash alive. Somehow, and he really doesn't understand how, Ryan made it out mostly unharmed. The only injuries he has to his name are a few scrapes and bruises and a black eye. Meanwhile Josh is unconscious, and there's no guarantee that he's going to wake up.

This is my fault, Ryan thinks. If I had been paying better attention this wouldn't have happened. It should be me who's unconscious right now, not Josh.

Trying to distract himself from the thoughts of what might happen to Josh, Ryan pulls out his phone, scrolling aimlessly through all of the apps he has until he receives a text.

Brendon: I'm driving Tyler, we'll be there soon. The rest of them are coming tomorrow. What's going on?

Ryan: I'll explain when you get here, just try to get here fast

Brendon: K

Brendon: love you

Ryan: love you too

About forty more minutes pass before Brendon and Tyler get there. Tyler is distraught, scared about what could've happened to his boyfriend. Brendon is worried too, just less so, since he doesn't have any romantic connections with Josh.

The two walk up to Josh's hospital room, the look worry never leaving Tyler's face. The look grows to be even more obvious when he looks through the doorway and sees Josh, unconscious and hooked up to a breathing machine. Rushing into the room, Tyler feels tears starting to build up in the backs of his eyes.

Ryan moves to stand by Brendon so that Tyler can sit in the chair by the bed. Tyler looks as if he's about to break down any second, but is managing to keep his composure for now. "What happened, Ryan?" Tyler asks, his voice sounding exhausted

"We...the car was hit by a truck. I'm so sorry, Tyler, this is my fault."

"It's not your fault, Ryan. You couldn't have stopped this from happening."

"I was driving, though. I should have been paying more attention to the road. It is my fault."

"It's not babe," Brendon says, kissing Ryan's cheek. "Are you hurt bad?"

"Not really."

"Hm. Your eye looks pretty bad. Let me make it better."

"Lets keep it PG-13 here, guys, come on," Tyler says, disgusted but also fighting back a laugh.

"Sorry, Ty," Brendon says laughing. Tyler and Ryan both join in on the laughter. And although Tyler seems fine on the outside, on the inside, what Josh is going through and not knowing if he's going to wake up, is tearing him apart. And it's not doing it slowly, either.

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My back hurts so bad
Drums are heavy
Why did I agree to this
I can barely see over the fucking drum
I feel so bad for the other people playing bass drum
I fucking hit both of them turning around
I mean they hit me too, but still
I regret everything
I'm gonna die by the end of football season
Eh
It gets me out of gym
That's the only reason I'm doing this

Now there's a mix of Handclap, Just Dance, Evacuate The Dance Floor, and Centuries stuck in my head

Oh and there was a raven on top of the school on the first day of band camp and it cawed twice so that means someone's gonna die by the end of the week, hopefully me