yeah thats when im at my most genious i sware my mind thinks for itsekf cuz when i re read what i just wrote i dont remeber anything that i wrote its weird cuz then i can enjoy my fics as much as the next person

not to toot my own horn but w/e

No I know what you mean, I mean today I had a lot of breaks at school so I wrote the chapter down for most of it, then I gave up because my creative juices weren't flowing, lol. So I'm typing the rest, and it's taking forever.

ugh, i finally finished a story, but i was goaded into making a sequal and writers block came back to bite me in the ass after so much free writing

Gah I hate when that happens ><
I have yet to actually write an entire fanfic, I usually get stuck in the 2nd/3rd chapters, and never really get readers, lmao.

yeah, i started it without any readers and i haven't yet posted the hwole thing. i tried it out on my friend Angela and she loved it.

Chapter 2: Nails For Breakfast

When Brendon opened his eyes briefly, he immediately squeezed them shut again, blocking the blinding lights surrounding him. He heard several voices, and one of them announcing that he was conscious. Before he could do any more, there was an excruciating pain severing his body, followed by a sharp prick at the inside of his elbow, and then he fell unconscious again.

There was Micah, staring down at him in front of a blaring white light. Then his body began mutilating itself, and Brendon screamed after him only to open his eyes to see he was in the hospital. He felt his heart pounding inside his chest, and there was no Micah…but there was still pain throughout his body. He slowly turned his head; it was stiff from apparently not moving for God knows how long. The room was very long, with hospital beds lining the walls on both sides, and it seemed as if every single one was occupied by a patient. So many questions had been racing in his mind were becoming apparent to him now. Where was Micah? What happened before he wound up here? Why was his body aching the way it was? He looked down to see an IV in his left arm and a bandage around his right. He heard one of the doors at the end of the room close, though because he was lying down, he couldn’t see who it was. A few seconds later, a nurse began walking in his direction, holding some important-looking papers in her hands. She stopped beside his bed, her eyes skimming the multi-colored files.

“Okay, Brendon?” She asked, and he nodded.

“That’s a-me.” He said, a small smile on his face while doing his somewhat best Mario impression.

When the nurse looked up at him and flashed him a smile, he could feel his heart stutter a couple of times. She began chuckling, but he stared at her confused. She raised her eyebrows and eyed his heart monitor, which Brendon just now understood was picking up his heart rate…which was coming in rather irregular waves. He couldn’t help but laugh, but instantly regretted doing so when his body protested against him. She had naturally straight copper hair that ended just past her shoulders, and she was petite for her size with striking emerald green eyes that were lightly lined with black liner. He cleared his throat, and found that her nametag read ‘August’.

“So, uh…August,” He began, though she already had his attention. “Can you tell me what exactly I’m doing here, and not out in the sweltering death trap they call the desert?” He asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

August hesitated, though Brendon hoped she caught the glistening in his eyes that he was oh-so-trying to achieve. And it worked.

“Well…it’s more complicated than I can put in one sitting. And right now it’s supposed to be confidential until we know everything is one-hundred percent.” She said, and Brendon frowned, raising his eyebrow.

“So, I’m not allowed to know what’s up my own bodily functions?” Brendon asked, finding this a strange situation. He thought he deserved to know what his body was telling him, because it clearly was saying something was wrong with all this pain. August pulled over a chair, resting her elbows on her knees.

“It’s not that, exactly. But in case something is altered, we’re not allowed to give patients information that might end up false later.” She explained, and Brendon’s mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape. August smiled and nodded.

“But…can’t I have a little bit of understanding? All this confusion might make me nervous, and then might clog up my, uh…nervous system.” He managed to keep his poker face, and August tried to hold back some laughter at his lack of knowledge, but also remained ‘professional’ and kept it inside.

“Alright, only a little, but you can’t tell anyone I told you.” She warned, and Brendon held out his hand.

“I pinky promise,” He said honestly, and August linked her pinky finger with his before scooting a bit closer so only he could hear her.

“They told me they found you in a crashed helicopter…while it was still burning, but you were unconscious when they did. When you made the emergency call from helicopter, everything you said was broken up, but the paramedics were able to trace where you were. So-“ She was cut off by Brendon, who held his hand up while frowning.

“Wait, wait. What? I know I don’t remember a whole lot before the crash, but I do know for a fact that I never made an emergency call.” He said, and August stared at him.

“But…that wouldn’t make sense, you were the only person at the site of the crash.” She said quietly, trying to make an understanding of this just as Brendon was. Brendon shook his head slowly, his brows furrowed together.

“No, I was with three other men; two were pilots and the other was my good friend, Micah. Is he doing okay?” He suddenly asked, eyebrows now rose with hope. But when August’s eyes fell toward the paper still in her hands, Brendon’s face fell.

“They…they didn’t make it, did they?” He asked quietly, and August shook her head a little, meeting Brendon’s eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I…guess they-“ August began, unsure of what to say.

“Died on impact, yeah.” Brendon muttered robotically. He felt a sting in his stomach. He had promised Micah he was going to get him home…and he didn’t even make it out alive. That’s when he remembered something, forcing his arms to work for him as he patted his chest, only to realize he was in a hospital gown. He quickly sat up, perhaps to fast for his liking, but he ignored the pain his body was causing him.

“Oh, no, don’t do that, you might rupture something in your leg.” August said, gently placing her hand on his chest, but he refused to lay back down.

“What happened to my uniform? Is it here?” he asked nearly breathlessly, but didn’t allow August the chance to speak before he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and August’s eyes widened.

“What are you doing? You’re going to pull your cords out and hurt yourself.” She said, standing up and blocking his path before he could try to get to his feet. She crossed her arms loosely, and Brendon sighed in defeat while rubbing his hand over his eyes. August relaxed, then thought for a moment and looked down at the papers that read ‘Urie, Brendon’.

“The doctors usually wash the uniforms upon arrival, so I can try and go get it for you…if I can find it.” Though Brendon’s last name wasn’t exactly common so it wouldn’t be too difficult, except that there were lots of uniforms in the back rooms.

“My friend, Micah…he gave me a letter I was supposed to pass on to his fiancée, but now that you’ve said the uniforms get washed, I doubt-“ He looked up only to see he was speaking to thin air. August was half running toward the doors to leave the room. Brendon sat there, baffled.

“Am I that boring?” He mumbled to himself, and then took that time to take a good look at himself. He put both his arms out in front of him, observing the bruised and burned skin. There was a burn on the side of his left wrist that had an odd shape to it, almost like angel wings. He then removed the blanket from his lap, pulling out the collar of his gown. If he had it his way, he’d strip off the whole thing, but there were lots of men around, and not so many nurses. He peeked down from his chest below, all the ‘vital parts’ from his waist to his thighs looked unharmed and intact, but there were plenty of burns near his ribcage. He remembered August said something about rupturing his thigh, and sure enough when he looked at the right side of his right thigh, there was a large row of stitches, the skin beneath and surrounding it was nasty pink and red color. While he was lost in his thoughts, he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up to see August returned, this time a uniform replacing the papers that had once been in her hands earlier. If it wasn’t for the name tag that read ‘Urie’ on the chest, he never would have recognized it as his. There were several rips, tears, burns, and everything else covering it, and they mimicked where the wounds were on his body.

“You should lay down, your body needs to rest still. I’m not sure if you realized it yet, but…” She handed Brendon his uniform after he laid back down, then began lifting his gown up toward his waist. Brendon’s eyes widened.

“Whoa, whoa. I thought I needed to rest my body?” He joked sarcastically, hiding a smile when August paused what she was doing and a tried hiding the pink color rising on her cheeks.

“You’re the one who wanted to know what was going on, I could always keep you wondering.” She defended, and Brendon mockingly pouted. Though he wasn’t outwardly showing it, he was in a lot of pain, but it seemed like his body had grown accustomed to it by now.

“Alright, my mouth is shut.” He said, his fingers motioning across his lips to gesture his lips were ‘zipped’. August smiled a little, and pulled back the end of his gown up to just the top of his stitches on his thigh, then pulled the blanket up enough so he had privacy. She slipped on latex gloves and began examining the stitched wound, and began lightly pressing on his thigh and looked up at Brendon.

“Do you feel any pain?” She asked, and he nodded.

“That definitely hurts the most, agh.” He clenched his jaw, and watched as August reached behind her on the small counter beside the bed and grabbed a needle, filling it with what he was assuming something that was going to numb the pain.

“Since I’m behaving, can you tell me what happened to that?” Brendon asked, pointing at his leg while August took the crook of his arm, injecting the needle. When she was finished, she threw the used needle into the trash along with the gloves and sat back down. Unless Brendon didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn August was afraid to answer him. She shifted in her seat in thought, then pulled his gown back down to normal again.

“When the paramedics brought you in, they said they didn’t expect…they didn’t expect you to make it an hour longer, if that. Your helicopter was shot down and ambushed, and the men were taken captive on arrival when some of the troops were called in. You were the only one they found, and…” August paused, she felt a sudden unexpected knot in her throat. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to this.” She muttered, and Brendon propped himself up onto his IV-free elbow.

“You don’t have to tell me if it’s that hard, I could find out another time…or make someone else tell me.” He said, except now he felt more curious than before. He obviously was in a real bad state upon arrival, otherwise it wouldn’t have been this hard for a skilled nurse to tell him what the matter had been. But just how bad was it?

August nodded a bit in response. “Thank you. I just haven’t come across anything this extreme yet, I was just shipped here a few months ago and the worst case I’ve had to deal with up until you came in was a contused liver.” She said, sighing while trying to calm her quivering. “Well anyway, I have to go check on some of the other patients. You’ll be okay?” She asked, standing from her seat.

Brendon nodded, then watched as August crossed the room to another patient. He looked over to see a small rack against the counter that had some news articles inside it. Hey, he needed some way to pass the time until someone could leak him some information of what had gone wrong with his body. He reached over and took the thickest one, waiting for the medicine he had just been given to kick in so the pain would subside and he could relax a bit more.

His eyes scanned the front page, but nothing really caught his eye. That is until he read the date.

“October fifteenth?” He muttered to himself, his brows knitting together. He grabbed the other news articles, but they all read the same date.

“What the hell? There’s no way…” He sat there for a moment, puzzled. He was assuming it was currently the afternoon after the attack yesterday…but at the same time of the crash, it was October twelfth. That’s when he came to realize why August couldn’t tell him what the matter was with his health; he had been in a coma for two and a half days. He then remembered his uniform was still in his arms. There were so many things running through his mind at once, but first things first. He grabbed his jacket and reached into the inside pocket, pulling out a white paper that had a couple small burn holes in it, but relief washed over him when he opened it to see Micah’s letter was still mostly intact and eligible. He wasn’t sure when he was going to get out of the hospital, well he didn’t really know much right now, but he did know for a fact that he needed to get this letter to Micah’s fiancée as quick as possible. That is, if he could find her; he was in another country while she was in the United States. He set the letter carefully on the empty tray beside him, dumping his ruined uniform on the floor. He began feeling drowsy, assuming that either mentally exhausted, or the medicine was doing its job. He flipped onto his left side, wishing and wanting so many questions to be answered right this second, but he made a mental note to bombard August with every question he could think of the next time he woke up.

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Thanks for reading again, everyone. : D I hope this chapter didn't seem like it was lagging or dragging along, I promise the next one will be better. This was one of those chapters that I needed to write to bridge it into the next one. Hope you liked it anyway! x]

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i luffed it

really good.
you use such emotive language.

OMFG THIS IS SO GREAT!!!

PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF FLOYD AND THE PINK UPDATE!

Thank you guys so much! <3!

I'm super stoked you all like it, hopefully I'll be updating soon, after I get all this school crap out of the way.

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Originally posted by Tarasaurus:
Thank you guys so much! <3!

I'm super stoked you all like it, hopefully I'll be updating soon, after I get all this school crap out of the way.

i'm on holidays

^ :O Lucky! Haha. I'm starting to write the 3rd chapter now. Yaaayy. : D

Chapter 3: Tacks For Snacks
I really enjoyed writing this one, xD!


“Brendon?” August called quietly, shaking Brendon’s unconscious body awake. “You have to be conscious to eat.” She laughed a bit when Brendon lazily swapped the air with his hand as if to tell her to bug off.

“Mmph, can’t you just stick a tube in my stomach and let me have it?” He asked groggily, slowly propping himself up more as August pressed the elevation button to support him forward on his bed.

“Unfortunately, no, that would only be the case if you physically couldn’t eat at all.” August rolled over the small table that had a tray on top with mashed potatoes, jello, and steak with a glass of water. Brendon raised his eyebrow.

“I’ve never had steak in a hospital before. This is pretty high-class.” He joked, and August laughed a bit. He smiled, being careful not to tug on any cords as he grabbed his fork. The steak was already cut up into pieces for him, which made him feel like a child, but he was also pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to muster enough strength to cut it himself right now. “Am I going to be able to ask questions later?” He asked hopefully, looking up at August after he stuck a piece of steak with his fork.

August shrugged with a smug smile. “I don’t know, maybe. If you behave.” Brendon narrowed his eyes toward her playfully.

“I don’t recall misbehaving, unless I did something in my sleep that I’m unaware of.” He took a bite of his food, and August just shook her head.

“No, you didn’t. But I’ll be back to check on you later, try not to choke on anything.” She called over her shoulder with a grin while she walked away to check on another patient. Brendon rolled his eyes. Women and their sarcasm. It wasn’t long before he had finished all of his food, hardly leaving a scrap left, while downing it with large gulps of water. He sat back with his arm over his stomach, letting out a sigh.

“Oh, that was too much.” He muttered to himself, looking around a bit. He wondered when he’d be able to get out of this bed, he was beginning to feel sore just from laying in this bed the whole time, and he didn’t want to get any blood clots. He was slightly disappointed when a different nurse had come over to him to check up on him, he was having too much fun with August. She smiled at him and began to take his tray.

“Can I get you anything else?” She said, and he could’ve sworn she batted her eyelashes at him, though maybe his brain was beginning to clot as well. He shook his head.

“No, thanks. I’m good for now.” She nodded and took his tray and walked away. Because he was so impatient, he didn’t feel like waiting for August to come back to ask if he could walk. He pushed away the small table from his bedside, and swung his legs over the side. Already he could feel a huge rush of blood in his legs; he never thought he would appreciate that as much as he was right now. He steadily got to his feet, balancing himself on the counter while allowing the numbness go away before he took baby steps. It felt so odd to be walking again, since he had been in a coma for some amount of days and then the days he was conscious, he had still been in a bed. He grabbed the pole that held all the complicated medical things on the hooks and started to walk with it away from his bed. He felt like some elderly ninety-year-old who forgot how to use his legs. Just as he got about ten feet from his bed, he didn’t realize that August had come back until she was standing right in front of him. He looked down at her and smiled. “What?” He asked, when she began to turn him around.

“The doctor didn’t say you’re ready to walk yet, so I wouldn’t mess around with your leg like that.” She said, gently ushering him back over to his bed.

“But my whole body was going numb, and I don’t want to have to be wheelchaired out of here whenever I leave.” He said, trying to push against her, but his leg was still in too much pain to do so, so he walked back to his bed in defeat. He sat down, but didn’t lay down on his back.

“You’ll be able to walk again, don’t worry. You just have to wait until your leg heals a bit more so that it doesn’t hemorrhage or anything. But we can do some leg exercises if you want to.” She suggested, leaning against the counter. Brendon relaxed, and looked up at her.

“That would be wonderful, can we?” He pleaded, right now he would do anything to get his leg function back again, even though he didn’t understand what the difference between leg exercises and walking was. Hence why he was not a doctor. August nodded and motioned for him to lay down, which he did. She put one hand around his ankle, while the other supported behind his knee and lifted his leg.

“Okay, now slooowly push your leg forward and pull it back.” She said, and Brendon complied as told, resting his head back on his pillow. They did that exercise on one leg for a few minutes, then moved onto the next. “How does it feel so far?” She asked, and Brendon thought for a moment.

“Honestly? I feel it more in my abs than my legs.” They both laughed.

“Well, you’re killing two birds with one stone.” After they were finished, Brendon released a small breath he had been holding.

“That feels a lot better, thanks. So can I ask questions now?” He hurriedly jumped to that topic, and August looked at him blankly.

“You didn’t get enough answers yesterday?” She asked, though she was only joking. She pulled over the chair and sat beside him when he shook his head. “Okay, I suppose I’m ready for this epic adventure. What would you like to know?” She asked, a small smile on her face.

“Well, are you single?” He asked with a straight poker face, and August froze, her cheeks heating up.

“W-what? I thought you meant…questions about your health?” She asked, wanting to slap herself for unable to keep her voice from sounding nervous. Brendon laughed, throwing his head back.

“I know, I was only kidding. Sort of.” He stared at her for a suspenseful few seconds before sitting up again. “I mostly just want to know why you couldn’t tell me I was in a coma for nearly three days.” He asked, but kept his voice from sounding like he was accusing her for not telling him, he was just thoroughly curious. August hesitated, her eyes widened a little as if she had expected any question besides that one, which was the truth. She supposed she couldn’t keep this from him forever, and he deserved to know anyway, he was making good progress so far.

“Um, well. You already know about the part about your leg and whatnot...sort of.” She said, her voice beginning to quiver. “Alright, I’ll just get it over with.” She murmured, and then finally met his gaze. “The helicopter you were in had lost control even after you crashed, and the propellers had still been working, and one of them cut a major artery in your thigh.” She said, making sure to breathe evenly. “Fastforwarding to when you got here, nobody thought that you were going to make it. I mean, hardly anybody, if even a few people, survive a major blow to an artery, especially in your thigh, to that extent. At that same time, we were being flooded with tons more troops.” She said, nodding over toward the opposite side of the room to indicate how full it was. “We were overwhelmed and short on the more skilled nurses, so the doctor asked me to fix your leg, and because I’ve only been here a short while, I wasn’t even sure if I could handle that sort of pressure. But with a little bit of the aiding that I got, I somehow managed to close up your wound and stop the internal bleeding. Even then, though, we weren’t sure you would wake up afterwards because you lost so much blood, and that’s when you slid into a coma, and woke up a couple days afterward.” She let out a small breath, and Brendon had an expression of pure shock on his face.

His face twisted in understanding, then looked up at her again. “Wait, so…you basically saved my life then? Right?” He asked, hiding the smile creeping onto his face. August was fighting the tears threatening to leak over from her eyes, and she shook her head.

“No,” Her voice cracked, and she couldn’t fight back the tears any longer. “I was just doing my job.” She said, quickly wiping away the few drops of wetness that had landed on her cheeks. Brendon reached over and wiped a stray tear away, frowning.

“No, you really did save my life. There were, what, probably hundreds of other patients that could’ve been dying that had a lot more ahead of them than I do.” He paused, stunned in wonderment. “Thank you.” He said honestly, and August completely lost it, ducking her head down and hiding her face in her hands. Brendon didn’t understand, had he said something wrong? He sat up straight on his bed and leaned over, gently moving her hand from her face while trying to meet her eyes.

“What are you crying for?” He asked with a small bit of laughter in his voice as if to try and lighten the mood.

August managed to catch her breath, and her bloodshot eyes met his confused ones. “It’s just that I’ve never been faced with something like that before, and I was so afraid that if you died I wouldn’t ever be able to live with myself with that riding on my shoulders.” She said, sniffling while Brendon stared at her. He reached over and grabbed a tissue, offering it to her. She thanked him and wiped her eyes and her nose, feeling like a total fool. “I’m sorry, I’m being ridiculous.”

“No, you’re not. That’s completely understandable…I just don’t know how to thank you enough. I could be on my deathbed right now, but instead I’m trying to beat around the bush to get some answers out of your stubborn head.” August laughed a little, feeling a bit better. He was right after all, he was sitting here alive now, though she didn’t see what she did as necessarily saving his life, she really was just doing what she had gone to school to learn to do. The only catch was she didn’t expect to be put into a situation that extreme after only being here for a couple months.

She shook her head again. “You don’t have to thank me, just promise me you’ll take care of yourself.” She said, straightening up while Brendon sat back a bit so that he wasn’t leaning forward anymore. He smiled a nodded.

“I can do that much.” He said, and then paused. “I hope.” He snickered at her expression, but he already knew he was going to try and think of something special to do for August. He didn’t care whether ‘she was doing her job’ or not, that’s not how he saw it. If it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t be able to live out his life, especially with being so young and having so many more years to live for and experiences to live through. “I have one more question, though. No wait, I have two more.” He said, and August laughed.

“I think the rest will be a breeze for now. At least I hope so.” She said, and Brendon shrugged with a sly smile.

“First question is, when do you think I’ll be able to get out of here?” He asked, he just wanted to get back to the states and chill out to the max. He was positive that his chief wasn’t going to allow him to continue fighting here, he knew him all too well. He would simply send him back home whether he wanted to resume here or not.

August grabbed his charts that were on the counter and began flipping through the paper, pausing on one in particular. “Hmm. Well as long as your leg heals up fine, and your burns don’t cause any infection, I’d say within a few days, actually.” She said, and he nodded with a grin. “Alright, what’s number two?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

“When do you get to leave here and would you go out with me?” He asked quickly, his head tilted a bit in question.

August’s mouth fell open for a moment, and then she crossed her arms. “You cheated, you asked three questions.” She accused, and Brendon stared at her.

“No, it was one question, then one question that happened to be asking two things in one sentence.” She said, then started laughing, as did August.

August thought for a second before leaning back in her chair, unable to hide the smile on her face. “I’m not sure when I leave here, to be honest. It all depends on what they need me to do or if I’m going to be recruited elsewhere.” She said a bit solemnly. If she had her way, she’d much rather be back home in Colorado in a hospital rather than in the middle of the desert, watching people die in front of her eyes. Just as Brendon was about to ask her about his second question, she held up a finger. “That also depends, because chances are you’re not going to remember me when you’re free from here anyway.” She said, a small smile on her face, though she was serious. She didn’t expect him to wait around for her just to take her out on a date. She was sure he had other things to do once he got back home.

Brendon frowned. “If I wasn’t going to wait, I wouldn’t have offered. And besides that, whether you want to admit it or not, you’re my hero, and taking you out is the least I can do. I’ll wait as long as it takes.” He said stubbornly, crossing his arms just as August had earlier. August was tempted to beg to differ that she was his hero, but he shook his head when he saw she was about to protest.

Brendon was simply way too stubborn, and even if she wanted to argue with him, she’d probably sit here until the day he left debating on who was right or wrong. “Okay, fine. I’ll go out with you.” She said, it was difficult to resist the grin that was fighting its way to her face, but she could play the stubborn game too.

Brendon grinned triumphantly. “Good, but you’re making it seem like you’re my slave. Which, you know, I wouldn’t mind, but…” He was cut off when August gently smacked him in the arm, and he laughed. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I’m going to have to stay here longer and torment you if you keep adding bruises onto my neat little collection.” He said, gesturing his other hand along his arm to ‘showcase’ his bruises and a few of the burns.

August stood from her seat, rolling her eyes playfully. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” She said, and then looked around the room. When her eyes found the clock, she didn’t realize it was already late afternoon. Had she really spent a couple of hours talking with Brendon? Hopefully nobody noticed and she wouldn’t get fired, otherwise she might be forced to share a plane with Brendon back to the states, and that would be one hell of a ride with their somewhat clashing personalities.

“Okay, I have to go now, you can ask more questions later. Hopefully I’ve answered enough of them by now.” She muttered, and Brendon put his hands behind his head as he lay back down.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something, after all, I have all this time to spare.” He laughed a bit, and she gently shoved him while she began walking away.

“Hey, August?” He called, and she turned around, now unable to hide the smile. She was wondering what kind of clever line he’d use next.

Instead of saying anything, he put his hand to his lips, and blew an exaggeratively large air kiss toward her and added a dramatic grin to follow. She only laughed and shook her head, jokingly rolling her eyes before making her way back to doing her job.

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that was adorable!!

: D!!
Thank you thank you.