Dallon's POV:

I wake up with my arms wrapped around Brendon. Last night was amazing. I go to kiss his forehead. He feels a bit cold. I sit up and look at him. He's extremely pale, his lips are blue. He has dark circles around his eyes. I shake him awake but he doesn't budge. "Brendon?" I ask softly. I keep shaking him. "Brendon wake up!" I yell. Still nothing. I press my fingers against his neck to try to feel a heart beat. Nothing. Wait there's a heart beat. It's weak but it's there. He also has really shallow breathing. I try to wake him one more time and I get nothing.

I run upstairs. My house is a disaster. There's some people probably passed out drunk laying around. I ignore all that. I go over to the stairs and run all the way to the top floor where my dad's room is. I pound on the door. "Dad open up!" I scream, "it's an emergency!" After about a minute of me knocking he answers the door. "What is it Dallon?" "Ineedhelpmyfriend'snotwakingupandI'mscared," I say all in one breath. "Slow down Dal. One word at a time. What's going on?" I take a deep breath and say, "I need help my friend's not waking up and I'm scared." "Maybe he just passed out from drinking too much," my dad guesses.

"No! He had nothing to drink and nothing to eat. Dad please help!" I plead. "Okay let me go take a look at him." We go downstairs to my room. My dad takes a look at him and asks, "Dallon do you have your phone on you?" "Yeah. Why?" "I need you to call an ambulance," he tells me. There must be something seriously wrong and that makes me scared. I grab my phone out of my pocket and dial 9-1-1.

"Nine one one what is your emergency?" I hear over the phone. What do I tell them. I don't even know what's going on. "My friend won't wake up. H-His lips are blue and he's really pale. I can barely feel his pulse and his breathing is shallow. Can you please send an ambulance," I ask. I tell him Brendon's name and my address and he tells me that the ambulance is on their way. I stay with Brendon while my dad sends everyone home and waits for the ambulance.

My eyes start to water. I shake Brendon again hoping maybe he'll wake up this time. He doesn't. Oh god Brendon. You told me you do stupid stuff and you can't stop. Is this because of something you did? I go over to my closet and get changed out of my costume. I hear people coming down the stairs. I wipe my eyes. Four EMTs come in with a gurney. They kick me out of the room. I wait upstairs. Eventually they walk by with Brendon strapped to the gurney. I close my eyes because I don't want to see this. I turn around and face my dad. "You okay?" He asks. "Y-Yeah I-I just don't want to watch them take him away," I say. "Do you want to go to the hospital to make sure he's okay?" He asks. "Can we?" I ask. "Yes we can."

I go out to my dad's car with him. We follow behind the ambulance driving to the hospital. All I can think about is what happened to make this happen. He didn't eat or drink anything at the party. He never eats or drinks anything. I'm so stupid, I think to myself. He's been starving himself. Why did he never tell me?

We pull into the parking lot. I get out of the car and rush inside. "I'm here to see Brendon Urie!" I tell the receptionist. My dad walks in behind me. "What's your relation to him?" The lady asks. "I'm his friend," I tell her. "Well you can't visit him unless there is an adult present." "There is," I say pointing to my dad, "that's my dad." "Okay I'll have someone take you both to his room until then go wait in the waiting room," she says. I walk over to a chair in the waiting room and sit down. I'm waiting and I'm waiting. I'm getting really worried until someone calls, "Brendon Urie?" I stand up right away and walk over to the nurse. My dad following shortly behind. "You guys are here to see Brendon Urie?" The nurse asks. I nod my head. "Brendon is extremely malnourished and is being fed through a tube. His heart rate and blood pressure are extremely low. He could've died if he wasn't brought in when he was." My heart hurts hearing that.

We get to his room. He's changed into a hospital gown and for the first time I can actually see what his body looks like. My eyes fill with tears again. How did I not notice this? He looks like a skeleton. Why couldn't he just tell me he was doing this? I would've stopped him. I should've stopped him. I knew it was weird that he never ate. I'm an idiot. This is all my fault.

I walk over by Brendon's side. I take a deep breath in and put my hand on his pale, cold, and boney hand. The door behind me opens. It's Brendon's mom. I step away from Brendon. She looks like she's been crying. "This is all your fault!" She says. "What?" I ask confused. "You heard me! You are a bad influence on my son," she cries. "Excuse me but if anyone's the bad influence it's your son!" My dad says sticking up for me. "Stop!" I tell them, "I don't know what your issue is with me but neither of us are bad influences," I start crying, "H-He just had some issues. W-We try so hard to fix each other but w-we can't fix ourselves. I had n-no idea he had an eating disorder. H-He never told me anything. I j-just thought he was afraid to eat in front of people. At least th-that's what he told me."

Brendon's mom is looking down so I can't really see her reaction. My dad comes over to me and gives me a hug. I cry in his shoulder. Brendon's mom looks back up she sighs then says, "I'm sorry," she starts crying, "I'm so sorry. I just try so hard to keep him safe that I'm probably the one who pushed him to his breaking point."

"It wasn't you," I tell her, "I'm the one who just sat back and watched him starve himself. At least you tried to help." "But you didn't know," she says. "I should've. I mean how could I be so blind it's all my fault," I cry. "No it's not," my dad says, "it's no ones fault. Brendon probably is just battling his own demons and there's nothing either of you could have done."

He's right. There's nothing we could've done. But there is something we can do. We can stay by his side the entire time. The doctor comes in to talk to his mom. He says that they are going to send him to the re feeding unit of the hospital then to an eating disorder facility. "How far away is the facility?" I ask. "About half an hour away," The doctor says. I should be able to handle that, I think to myself. I just won't be able to visit him on the days I have out patient therapy.

...

The day goes by slowly. I'm not leaving until Brendon wakes up. My dad already left. He said he'd pick me up whenever I need him to. Brendon's mom left to get us food. I told her I didn't need any but she insisted. And I guess considering the situation we're in it's kind of inappropriate to turn down food. I start to quietly sing. "Come on skinny love just last the year. Pour a little salt. We were never here. M-M-My, m-m-my, m-m-my, m-my. Staring at the sink of blood and crush veneer. Tell my love to wreck it all. Cut out all the ropes and let me fall. M-M-My, m-m-my, m-m-my, m-my. Right at the moment this order's tall. And I told you to be patient.
And I told you to be fine. And I told you to be balanced. And I told you to be kind. And in the morning I'll be with you but it will be a different kind cause I'll be holding all the tickets and you'll be owning all the fines. Come on skinny love what happened here. Su-"

just then I see Brendon shuffle around in his hospital bed. I get up and walk over to him. "B-Brendon are you awake?" I ask.
"Huh?" He asks slowly opening his eyes. I lean down and hug him. Pushes me back and asks, "Where am I?" "You're in the hospital," I answer him. "N-No! No! I can't be! Help me take this stuff off!"
He says panicking. "It's okay Brendon just calm down." He's still freaking out. "No! Get this stuff off of me! Do you know what they're trying to do?! They're trying to make me fat!"

A nurse runs into the room. I back up and sit back down in the chair. The nurse is trying to calm him down but he doesn't stop. She pushes the emergency button on the wall and more nurses and CNAs come running in. They put him in restraints. I look away because if I watch then I'm going to cry.

Once the people leave the room I look back over at Brendon. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask him. "Why did you bring me here," he asks back at me. "You were gonna die," I say. "Then you should've fucking let me."