Because I am sick and tired of all the damn ship fics.
Grojband belongs to Todd Kauffman, Mark Thornton, and Fresh TV.
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Trina kept her hands twiddling on her phone as she sat in the waiting room, bored out of her mind. "Sigh," she uttered, "This is taking forever!"
"I know you want to hang with your friends Trina," Her father said as he smoothed back his black hair, "But this is a family emergency…I don't know how long it will take…"
"So my brother got caught in an accident," The teenager scoffed, "It's not any diff than the other times."
"This is different," her father uttered, "Corey is really hurt this time…I…" He stopped and gripped his arm, breathing slowly.
"Dad?" Trina asked, looking over. He was fighting back tears, eyes shut as a slight whimpering was heard.
"They said he might not get out of this the way he was…" he spat out, "He might be paralyzed, in a coma; he might even die." He sniffled as Trina put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sure Corey will live and junk…" she tried to comfort, "And then everything will go back to normal."
"Thank you…Katrina." Her father said, whipping away the tears, "I'm gonna get us something to eat; wait here in case the doctor comes by." The man walked away as Trina waved, shining off a wide braced smile. As soon as he was out of sight, the smile turned to a grimace and she groaned.
"I hate it when he calls me that." She grumbled as she turned her attention to her phone again, "But it'll be worth it; with Corey dead, no more Grojband, no more stupid music, and I can finally claim the garage as my own!" She cackled slightly as she looked over her messages, finding only one in her inbox; Mina. "Ugh...why can't it be Nick Mallory to send me messages?" She grumbled as she opened the message. "Hey Trina," she read, "Hope your little brother's okay; we're coming to visit!" She lowered the phone and growled, uttering, "Who's side are you on, Mina!?"
"Clear the way!" Someone shouted from the outside, making Trina look up and watch a gurney sped by. She couldn't help but walk over to the door frame, watching another gurney come down the hall. She ducked away just in time to see the occupant in the bed; a bushel of black hair splayed out on the pillow.
"Was that…Kon?" Trina asked herself.
"Watch out!" Another voice said, making Trina yelp as yet another gurney zoomed by, the occupant easily seen by her red hair.
"That was definitely Lamey…"she uttered, "So does that mean that Grojband's gonna go kaput too?" She grinned and pumped a fist, uttering, "This day keeps getting better." Her phone went off to reveal another message from Mina. "We're coming to the hospital; see you soon!" she read, making her roll her eyes and furiously type out a message. "The whole band's keeled over;" she typed, "I just saw them in those wheelie beds. Why the heck are you coming to the hospital!?" She hit send and returned to her seat, glaring at the screen until the phone went off. Another message.
"The Newmans and I kinda wanna pay our respects." The message read, "Also, Nick's tagging along." Her heart skipped a beat, emotions were bouncing wildly.
"O.M.G.," she breathed, "Nick's coming, for my brother?! And he's coming with Mina?!"
"Oh, your friends are coming?" Her father asked as he rejoined her, a bag balanced on his head and two coffees in his hands, "That's nice of them. Any word from the doctor yet?"
"Nah," Trina answered as she took her respective cup, "But I just saw his friends run by in those bed things."
"So Corey's friends are hurt too…" he sighed as he placed his cup and the bag on the end table, "At least he won't be lonely." He opened the bag and handed Trina a sandwich, saying, "Sorry, I didn't know what kind you wanted. I cut the crusts off though."
"Thanks dad." she said as she pulled off the cellophane.
"So, that Nick Mallory is coming?" He asked, "That's quite an honor; didn't know that Nick cared about Corey."
"Nick's a dream…" Trina sighed, "He's super nice, and totes handsome!"
"So he's the guy you have plastered all over your room," her father mused, making her blush, "Seems like a nice, young man."
"He really dreamy…" she gushed. More people walked into the waiting room, Mr. Riffin instantly recognizing them.
"I'll be back sweetie." He assured as he joined the new group, making her roll her eyes again.
"You will never understand me, dad." She muttered, "Hashtag: Clueless." But Trina watched as her dad conversed with the other adults, hearing him utter 'I'm sorry' while the other adults expressed their sorrow as well. She watched as one lady with black hair sobbed as she grabbed her husband's jacket, sobbing over and over about her 'babies'. She watched as a brown-haired man talked with her dad, the red-haired wife standing silently by his side. "Ugh…" she mumbled, "Get over it." She turned back to her phone and saw that another message was waiting for her.
"I think you went too far." It read.
"What are you talking about?" Trina typed. A new message arrived.
"It was your idea," it read, "So, it is your fault."
"You little…" she growled, red dying her vision. "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO TOOK IT TOO FAR!" She screamed as she threw her phone at the wall, imbedding itself in the plaster. She heaved as she bared her teeth at the contraption, ignoring the stares of everyone in the waiting room.
"Trina, sweetie," Her dad uttered, "Remember what we talked about your temper? And what do you mean by, 'took it too far'?"
"It's nothing." She growled, "I need to walk." She shoved pass her dad and stepped out, seeing the hall was barren, save for a struggling person in a wheelchair. "Stupid Mina…" she grumbled, "I didn't take it too far. Dumb brother deserved it." She walked down the hall, going past open doors to hear heart monitors beeping and people conversing. "I mean, it was totes his fault for playing in the 'Peaceville Pyrotechnics and Flower Festival'. He got what he deserved."
She reached for her purse to get her phone, but only felt air. "What the…oh yeah…" she groaned, "I threw it into the wall." She sighed as she entered the main lobby. Patients in waiting were seated, general conversations occurred in quiet volumes. "Ew…" she uttered as she looked away from a guy with a bad rash, "why do sick people look so ugly?"
"Trina!" Mina said, making her look to see Mina, the Newmans, and Nick walk through the sliding doors.
"You're the last person I wanted to see." Trina growled.
"Huh?" Mina gasped, "What do you mean?"
"What was with that text you sent me?!" The pink haired girl shouted.
"What text?" Mina asked as she pulled her phone out, "All I said was,' we're coming, and we're bringing Nick along.'!"
"I'm mad about that," Trina grumbled, "But what about that line that I took it too far?!"
"I never sent a message like that!" The teal-haired girl said as she brought her text history up. The last message sent was about the group coming to the hospital.
"What is Trina talking about?" Nick asked.
"Yeah," Larry joined, "I'm confused by all of this."
"Never mind that." Trina said as she tried to cover it up.
"So…Grojband's in the hospital," Carrie said, "All four of them?"
"Yeah," Trina answered, "My bro's in the ER, and I just saw other three speed by. They looked alright…just unconscious. I just left my dad, and he's talking with the Penn's and the Kujira's; they looked totes heart-broken."
"Nick Mallory's heart goes out to them." Nick said.
"Any word about Corey?" Carrie asked.
"Nope," Trina answered, "At least, as far as I know. Why do you care?"
"I hate Corey," The Newman front-girl said, "But no one should suffer through what he did."
"I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy." Konnie added.
"I don't think you have any enemies." Kim said, "Except that one guy."
"I still wouldn't wish it on them!" The drummer said.
"Wait," Larry began, "So Corey's in the OR, and the rest of Grojband's just unconscious? "
"Yeah," Trina answered, "They kinda looked like they were sleeping. Or dead."
"I think it's a case of…"Kim began.
"Four-man Bridge syndrome!" Konnie finished.
"Here we go," Larry groaned, "Another Kagami legend."
"Shut it, Larry!" Carrie yelled.
"As we were saying," the Newman keyboardist began, "Four-man Bridge syndrome is real; once the front-man is knocked out, the rest of the band falls into a deep sleep!"
"And if the front man doesn't wake up in a certain amount of time," the Newman drummer continued, "Then the rest of the band will shrivel up and be reduced to dust!"
"What a horrible way to!" The Kagami twins cried.
"That's not even real!" Trina shouted.
"It is too!" Kim argued.
"Yeah," Konnie defended, "Remember 'Butterly and the Weevils'?"
"Nick know that band," Nick answered, "Nick remembers that Butterly was caught in a hair-dryer incident and was knocked into a coma. Then the Weevils fell unconscious and never woke up. A few weeks passed, and all that remained were piles of dust."
"That's scary…" Mina shivered.
"Are you sure that happened?" Carrie asked, "They could've faked it."
"It happened for real," Nick said, "DNA tests proved the dust piles was the band."
"So, Grojband's gonna be dust if Corey doesn't wake up?" Trina asked.
"Sounds like it." Carrie said glumly.
"Let's go see Grojband's parents." Nick suggested, "Nick needs to send his condolences."
"Yeah," Mina said, "Are you coming, Trina?"
"I gotta go to the bathroom," Trina answered, "You'll find them in the waiting room down the hall." As Trina walked off, the group followed the directions, each member wearing a grimace.
"Shrivel up to dust…" Larry uttered, "You think that would happen to us if Carrie gets knocked out like that?"
"Don't jinx us, Larry!" Carrie shouted.
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To be continued.