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Wolf and Man	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2928 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Zack was getting better the closer the show got, his headache finally disappeared and he chalked his upset stomach up to nerves and left it at that. When they finally made it out to the stage Zack’s stomach finally settled and he played flawlessly.

“I’ll try! She said as she walked away!” the opening line to Unholy Confessions seemed to echo in Zack’s head longer and louder than it should have. Jimmy’s double bass was being relentlessly pounded into his head and his own guitar sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him. He shook his head and felt a cold sweat break out on his feverish forehead. His stomach churned again and worst of all the pounding was back in his head. He couldn’t tell the difference between the throbbing in his head and the bass drum. He left the front of the stage and moved back to the drum platform; where, if he had to, Jimmy would beat him with a drumstick until he got back in time.

Something was very wrong, Synyster felt something dragging his internal metronome and Jimmy’s beat as well. He shot a look over to Matt; the singer had a worried look on his face as he surreptitiously searched the stage for something. Johnny was doing the same thing, Brian felt worry flood his system when he didn’t see Zack. Synyster moved away from the front of the stage while Matt and Johnny tried to distract the crowd.

Finally the dragging sensation stopped and everything was back on time, it had only lasted for a couple bars but it was still very un-Zacky to let anything like that happen. Synyster backed up to the drum platform and found the other guitarist next to Jimmy. Brian tried to get either of them to look at him, but Jimmy was watching Zack and his kit and Zack was staring at the snare drum like it held the secret to eternal life.

Zack made it over to Jimmy, dizzy and feeling sicker by the second, Jimmy looked at him worriedly and switched the quarter note beat to the snare for a measure, the harsh sound of the snare ricocheted through his head like a gunshot. He was a full measure behind, he jumped ahead in his music and caught up and tried to keep up as his body screamed at him to quit. Jimmy changed his music and started laying quarter notes on the snare and nothing else until the song ended.*

Once the song ended Zack stumbled behind the drum kit and almost passed out, he was shaking uncontrollably; Jimmy spun around and turned Zack’s guitar off before unclipping it and setting it on the stage.

“Don’t feel good.” Zack whispered before Jimmy asked.

“What’s wrong Zacky?” Jimmy whispered pressing his palm against Zack’s clammy forehead.

“Don’t feel good.” Zack repeated, he shook horribly and his eyes fluttered closed and he really did pass out. Jimmy caught him easily enough and was shocked at how cold he really was, he felt like he’d been standing outside in the snow for an hour with out a coat. Zack pressed his cool head into Jimmy’s naked chest. Jimmy reached over and grabbed three of his drumsticks and carefully turned, with Zack still pressed to his chest, and chucked one at each of his other three friends.

Johnny moved and the stick bounced harmlessly into the crowd and the bassist completely ignored it. Jimmy winced when the stick he threw at Matt cracked the singer in the back of the head; Matt stumbled forward a step and then turned to glare at the drummer. Synyster was already running up the stage so Jimmy tossed the stick out to the crowd. Matt was right behind him; Johnny looked back when he realized he was all alone at the front of the stage and sprinted to the back of the stage with the others.

“He won’t tell me what’s wrong; he just keeps sayin’ he doesn’t feel good.” Jimmy whispered frantically when Matt, Brian, Johnny made it up to the platform.

“Zacky, can you hear me? Zacky, wake up, wake up buddy.” Matt gently pulled Zack away from Jimmy and tried to wake up his unresponsive friend. Zack whimpered when he left the Rev but quieted again when Matt pulled him close. Zack’s eyes fluttered but didn’t open and he groaned in pain; he made a gagging sound and a thick strand of saliva and blood started to ooze out the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck, Zack you gotta hold it together, we’ll get you past the paramedics and then we’ll get you better okay? But you have to keep everything down, can you hear me?” Matt was whispering to him as he scooped Zack up and started walking back stage, Zack nodded weakly and buried his head in Matt’s shoulder.

The paramedics met Matt as soon as he was off the stage, they instructed him to set Zack on a stretcher and they quickly hooked him up to an IV and took his temperature.

“He’s got a fever, one o’ one.”

“He’s dehydrated, we’ve gotta get him some fluids before his system crashes.” The two worked seamlessly together in close quarters, never once bumping each other or Zack as they quickly set him up with everything they thought he needed.

“What is it?” Synyster’s low voice was meant only for Matt and he pressed close to the singer’s back while he watched the paramedics poke and prod Zack.

“Temp’s one o’ one and they think he’s dehydrated.” He murmured, Brian growled low in his throat.

After twenty stressful minutes the paramedics managed to get Zack’s temperature back to a steady ninety-eight point six and had given him enough fluids to stop a major catastrophe with his organs.

“It looks like he just got too dehydrated, let him get some R n’ R for tonight but make sure every two or three hours he gets a glass of water just to make sure his fluids stay up.” The man looked at each of them sternly while he gave them their instructions for Zack’s care; they nodded and Matt again delicately picked Zack up and the band headed back to their bus.

Halfway to the bus Zack began shaking and choking again, looking around quickly Matt set him down, Brian, Jimmy, and Johnny created a loose wall around them as Zack threw up in the bushes.

“Hang on angel, when we get back to the bus we’ll get you warmed up.” Matt whispered as he brushed Zack’s long bangs off his forehead. Zack shook more violently and heaved up another round of partially digested meat and thick burgundy-black strands of blood.

Matt went straight to the bathroom with Zack when they finally made it back to the bus, Zack shifted uncomfortably as his body tried to fight off whatever was upsetting him.

“Did he over eat?” Jimmy crouched next to him and stroked the side of Zack’s neck with his thumb; Matt shook his head, “He would’ve been sick this morning if he over ate. I don’t know what this is.” Jimmy sighed and then swiftly backed out of the bathroom and disappeared around the corner.

“Johnny how do you feel?” Brian turned to look at the smaller bassist who was sitting cross-legged in the hallway watching Zack worriedly.

“Fine, I had a little bit of a headache before the show but it went away.” He whimpered in sympathy with Zack’s pain as the guitarist squirmed uncomfortably.

“Zack had a headache too…what’d you guys get?” Matt asked; Jimmy reappeared and Matt took the blanket he held out to him and carefully wrapped it around Zack.

“A white-tail, had a lame back leg, the usual.” He shrugged. Zack coughed thickly and spit out a clot of the blackish blood, there was a faint ‘clink’ when the clot hit the floor. Once the blood was out of him Zack immediately relaxed and passed out into a pain-free slumber. The band froze, no one moved for a full minute before Synyster reached down and pulled a tarnished piece of metal out of the bloody mess on the floor, "Silver." He whispered, he tossed the offending metal into the trash and wiped his fingers on his jeans.

“Who the fuck hunts with silver bullets!” Johnny snarled and glared at the trash.

“We’ll figure it out later, right now we need to get Zack’s temperature back up and we need to figure out how much damage that thing did to his organs. If someone’s hunting us again we can’t have anyone weak.”

A/N: O_o Muhahaha, what the hell is going on you ask? Well you shall find out…eventually >:)

* I don’t know anything about playing drums, so I’m going just making that up.
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