And the moral of the last chapter was; don't talk on the phone while driving, no matter who it is you want to talk to.

And that I am truly evil but you should have known that by now. =]

Went on a complete writing spree.

Thank you to those who reviewed, you're simply amazing and never fail to make me smile.

-Synical. xo.

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There was a row of black taxis waiting outside the airport when Leana and I ran from the terminal.

"St Mary's," I ordered the driver as we fell into the back seat. He nodded and tipped an imaginary hat before driving off toward the hospital where everyone was. Thankfully, Leana had thought to exchange money so we could pay the guy at the end of the road.

He hadn't spoken to us, though he did glance at my face very often as he drove us to find out how bad everything was. I had phoned Val while on the plane, which is how I knew which hospital to go to. The truck had hit the right side of the bus, front side on. Everyone on the right side of the bus had a broken bone, scars from flying glass. Or was unconscious. Brian. My Brian had it worst because the truck hit him head on. He was the one who was unconscious.

I headed straight to the reception desk and asked where the ICU was. The red headed woman behind the desk looked at me through fairly thick lenses for a moment before asking why I was here.

I almost started crying I was so worried and frustrated. "My husband was in a car crash while touring with his band."

"Name?" she asked in a bored tone.

"Brian Haner."

"Do you have any ID?"

I sighed and pulled my passport out of my back pocket. I showed it to her and she glanced between the picture shown there and my face before finally deciding that we were the same person.

"Follow me," she sighed and stood up. I waited until she had gotten to the front of the desk and was two steps in front of me before I grabbed Leana's hand and dragged her along with us. The red head left us when we reached the department.

"Doctor Williams is your husband's doctor for now. Speak to Liv at the reception desk through there and she'll take you to see your husband," she informed me with a small smile before swiftly walking back in the direction we had just come from.

I nodded and walked through the swingy doors. The guys were all lounging around the waiting room, various body parts bandaged and casted up. All were in different states of sleep. Except Val, who was wide awake and stroking Matt's cheek. "Dess!" she whispered joyously when she saw me. Everyone sat up straight immediately as my name was said. They all watched me as I let Leana go and almost ran to the reception desk.

The woman who had led us here had obviously already warned the purple haired goth sat boredly behind the desk because she jumped to her feet when she saw me.

"Dess Gates, right?"

"Uh, yeah," I answered a little belatedly, forgetting that the name she had used was the pseudonym I wrote under. She nodded and joined me in front of the desk before walking off in front of me in complete silence. I followed her to a huge private room.

She opened the door for me and stood aside to let me pass into the room to see the only man I would ever love.

He looked so vulnerable on the white bed, so many different machines beeping around him. The girl left me alone in the doorway. I closed over the door and walked over to Brian's side. His right arm was encased in a bulky white cast. As were both his legs. There were butterfly bandages littering his perfect facial features and a huge scrape went along his jaw line as well as all over the parts of his arms I could see. Everything looked clean but raw. Painfully raw.

There was a chair stationed on his left side; like it was waiting for me. I sat down on the uncomfortable plastic and took his hand gently in mine. I kissed the back of his hand and held onto it as my tears began to fall.

"Don't you dare leave me here. Don't you fucking dare, Brian Elwin Haner Junior. I love you far too much to let you go like this. Not like this. Please don't leave me," I sobbed onto his bed. Somehow I had ended up with my head face down on the crisp white sheets.

The door opened. "Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that Mr Haner had a visitor," a man in a white coat said suspiciously.

I nodded slowly and sniffed. "I'm his wife," I informed the doctor thickly.

He nodded with understanding and began examining the machines, noting down all the numbers on the chart taken from the foot of the bed. "Mr Haner —"

"Brian. Call him Brian," I told the doctor.

"Brian's condition has improved greatly since he first was brought in here. He has stabilized and his wounds are healing like they should. His head is fine, just a little knocked about. He should hopefully wake up as soon as the morphine wears off. Which should be in a few hours. As his significant other, you can stay. The others in the waiting room, however…"

"I can ask them to leave," I said quietly. My heart was soaring at the knowledge that he was okay. Well, as okay as one could be after a crash like that.

Dr Williams nodded his fair head and left the room. "Don't wake up without me here," I warned an unconscious Brian before kissing his forehead and leaving the room.

I was enveloped by arms when I entered the waiting room again. It was like, the mother of all group hugs. Jimmy didn't let go of me when everyone else did. Neither did Zacky, gripping onto my hand like I was going to disappear or something. "Um," I bit my lip. "The doctor said you guys can't stay here."

They all looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language.

"Are you going to stay here?" Zack asked quietly as Jimmy tightened his arm around my shoulders.

I nodded. "I'm not leaving him."

"Will you be okay here by yourself?" Leana asked me softly.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. She looked me over, as if assessing how I would actually be if she left me. Finally, she nodded and pulled Jimmy off of me. He had a broken wrist from the crash, the only injury I could really see. I knew it would kill him to be unable to play drums for at least six weeks. As they all stood in front of me, I took the time to look them over to see how badly hurt each of them were.

Zack and Johnny had no broken bones, just a shitload of stitches and bandages and bruises. Lots and lots of bruises. Matt looked like he always did, with no visible injuries. Though his leather jacket could easily be covering up anything on his arms. Jimmy had a broken left wrist, stitched up cuts and numerous bruises. I wasn't sure if they were from the crash or from another random bar fight. Val had butterfly bandages across her forehead and her wrist was in a splint as well as a few minor bruises.

They all took the time to kiss my cheek and give me a hug before they left the hospital to find a place to stay.

"I'll call you as soon as I find out where we're going to be staying. And you will call us if anything changes, understand?" Jimmy ordered before kissing my cheek and limping off back to Leana. Everyone waved and left, all supporting someone. I turned back to the corridor and into Brian's room to wait out the minutes till he would wake up.