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Nexus	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not know Avenged Sevenfold personally,nor am i affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction. I make no profit whatsoever from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Nexus
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 7
- 8
- 9
Part 8:
Only a few hours had passed before Matt found himself pulling into the car park of a familiar bar in town, parking his large Range Rover next to the brand new black Mustang he recognized that stood out like a sore thumb. He climbed out of his car, locking it as he went and walked into the bar, spotting three of his four band mates already settled into a booth right in the far corner of the bar.
As he approached the booth, he noticed an already half-emptied pitcher of beer sitting in the middle of the table, but only two of the glasses were being used. He slid into the spare seat next to Johnny that was exactly opposite Brian, who looked anything but comfortable. It made Matt feel a little better when he saw that Brian had a glass of lemonade sitting in front of him.
“Hey.” Brian mumbled, glancing up at his much larger singer for only a second before focusing his attention on the napkin his talented fingers were currently ripping to shreds.
“Hey.” Matt said carefully as he took a sip of the glass of coke that was already sitting there in front of him. “What’s up with you?”
Brian lifted his gaze for a moment, looking the singer directly in the eye as their brown and hazel coloured eyes met, trying to read exactly what the other was thinking. “I feel bad that I didn’t go and see him.”
“So ya fuckin’ should!” Jimmy slurred from next to him, the alcohol already influencing the drummer heavily. “You would be fuckin’ blind to see that he doesn’t need you!”
“Jim, stop, please.” Matt said quietly, taking another sip of his drink.
“But you know he’s right!” Johnny slurred from next to the singer. “You said he was an asshole for not coming today.”
Brian’s passive face suddenly turned angry. “You think I’m an asshole?”
“Yes, but only ‘cause you know he would have been up there in an instant if it was you.” Matt answered sharply. “You need to get the fuck over yourself and realize that he needs you. He thinks you hate him.”
Brian’s angry gaze immediately changed to one that was beyond confused. “I don’t hate him.”
“That’s not what he thinks.” Matt said simply, pulling the drink up to his lips and taking another sip.
“What am I supposed to do?” Brian asked, running a hand through his longish hair.
“Umm, you could try going and seeing him.” Jimmy snapped.
“He won’t want to see me.” Brian said quietly.
“You two are as fuckin’ bad as each other.” Johnny rolled his eyes. “You two obviously need each other but are too fuckin’ proud to admit it.”
Brian ignored the drunken pair’s slurs as they continued ranting at or about him. “How did he look?” He asked quietly to Matt.
“He looked sick.” Matt answered plainly. “He was far too skinny and the doctor tried to call him out on it but Zack wouldn’t listen. The doctor is worried about him.”
“Why is he so worried?” Brian spoke carefully as he took another sip of his drink.
“He has all these different problems inside of him. He has really low potassium and a really low blood count.” Matt explained, watching as the news dawned over the lead guitarist. “The doctor believes that he’s having problems with his heart too, but Zack wouldn’t admit or deny that one. When he got weighed was the scary part.”
“Why?” Brian pressed.
“He weighs 118 pounds.” Matt answered and watched as his friends eyes grew wide in shock. “I’ve never seen him that skinny before.”
Brian dropped his head into his hands for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before lifting his head back up. “If he won’t listen to doctors, why would he listen to me?”
“Because you’re the reason he did this to himself.” Matt said simply. “He fucking idolizes you, Brian. There is no one else in this world he would rather listen to.”
“Way to put all the fuckin’ pressure on me.” Brian mumbled as his head dropped back down into his waiting hands.
“Will you promise to go and see him?” Matt asked after a moment of silence.
Brian lifted his head from his hands to look at his singer; the tears that had been building up inside of him had begun to spill out. “I will.”
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Three long days had passed before Brian pulled out enough courage to go and see his struggling band mate. He carefully pulled into one of the only available car parks left at the hospital, turning off the ignition but staying put inside of his Mustang. His hands lingered on the steering wheel for what seemed like ages, too afraid to move them, too afraid to move at all to see his friend.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally moved his hands off of the steering wheel and stepped out of the car. He shut the door and locked it before he made the journey into the hospital. He could feel his heart beating a million miles a minute with every step he got closer to the overbearing building.
As soon as he stepped into the large and crowded hospital, he felt the overwhelming sensation that he was being suffocated. He could smell strong disinfectant that mixed with the sounds of pain and anguish that was emitting from the patients inside. He pulled out his phone, sliding it up to check which ward Zack was in, silently praying that he wouldn’t have to ask one of the nurses where he was.
“H3.” He mumbled as he clicked out of the message and slid the phone back into his pocket.
He followed the signs that hung from the walls until he reached the ward he was meant to be in. He walked down the long corridor, his mind filling with doubt as he started to wonder is Zack even wanted him there at all. His feet kept walking down the tiled floor until he stopped in front of the nurses’ station for that ward.
“Can I help you, dear?” The older lady that was sitting behind the counter smiled at him.
“I’m here to see Zack Baker.” Brian said quietly, his eyes too afraid to drop down from the nurse.
“He’s in room number 17. Just follow four doors down to your right.” The lady smiled at him again.
“Thank you.” Brian mumbled, dropping his gaze as he followed her directions down to the other man’s room.
He stopped outside of the door and took a deep breath before knocking twice. His heart thrummed hard against he confines of his chest in the few seconds before he heard Zack’s voice call back, “Come in”.
He took in another breath before he gripped onto the doorknob and entered the small room, his breathing hitching in his throat as he looked over to see Zack lying in the bed with all sorts of wires and drips hanging out of him. “Hey.” He finally said after a few moments of staring, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.
Zack’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Brian approach the only chair in the room. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”
“Neither did I.” Brian replied softly, his eyes dropping down from his friends’ aggressive stare.
“Then why did you come?” Zack snapped. “And, look at me. I know I’m ugly, but I’m not a fucking monster.”
“Zack, don’t say those things about yourself.” Brian tried to reason with the other man. “You’ve got to see that you’re attractive.”
Zack’s nose wrinkled slightly as his arms folded tightly across his chest. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I came ‘cause you’re my friend and I care about you.” Brian replied. He let out a long breath that he’d been holding before he spoke again. “Zack, I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you and I know I deserved that punch now.”
A slight smile crept across Zack’s lips but he didn’t say anything.
“I’m here to show you that I’m here if you need me.” Brian said with a smile.
Zack opened his mouth to respond but was cut short by the sound of the door opening and Dr. Cross came bursting through, clipboard attached to his hand as he moved to the other side of Zack’s bed. “Good morning Zack, how are you?” He asked but didn’t even bother to wait for his patient to respond. “I have something that I would like to show you today...oh. Hello.” He added in a surprised tone as he noticed Brian was also in the room. “I didn’t realize you had a visitor. I can show you after your guest has left.”
“No, it’s fine.” Zack replied. “What is it?”
“I have a few people I would like you to meet.” Dr. Cross said, looking back between the two other men in the room.
“Can Brian come?” Zack asked, almost expectantly.
Dr. Cross looked at Brian for some sort of confirmation from the other man. “If he wants to, then yes.”
Zack turned his head to look at Brian, who was already smiling slightly. “Yeah, okay.”
Dr. Cross leant over and unhooked all of the drips from Zack’s arms. “Please take this and then we can go.” He said quietly, handing Zack a cocktail of pills in a small cup.
Zack took each tablet separately with copious amounts of water before he climbed out of the bed and stood on the cold, tiled floor next to Brian, thankful that he had a pair of sweat pants on underneath his hospital gown. He nodded towards the doctor and the pair followed the man out of the door and down a long corridor that was still in the ward, finally stopping out the front of room number 45.
Dr. Cross turned to the pair with an almost nervous look on his face. “The first person I would like you to meet is Nick. Nick has been suffering from Anorexia Nervosa for many years and unfortunately is not very healthy at all. His kidneys and heart are failing him and he has the bones of a 70-year-old despite the fact he is only 38.” He explained. “He has attempted to take his life many times and is still severely depressed.”
“Why are we here?” Zack questioned.
“We are here to show you what the effects of your illness will have on you if you don’t stop.” Dr. Cross answered before he opened the door to the room and the two band mates followed him in, both forgetting to breathe for a moment as they took in the skeletal man that had barely any hair stretching across his bony head. But the thick scar that stretched across his neck was what caught their attention. “Hello Nick, how are you this morning? I’ve brought Zack and Brian along today so you could show them about your illness.”
“Why would they wanna hear from a freak like me?” Nick said sharply.
“Zack is suffering from Anorexia Nervosa and they want to hear your story.” Dr. Cross said just as sharply.
“How old are you, boy?” Nick asked, turning to look at Zack, who looked nothing less then terrified.
“25.”
“I remember when I was 25.” Nick started. “I was a big shot back then, making way more money then anyone I knew and all the girls wanted a piece of me. But I only wanted one; Maria. She was the most beautiful, caring woman you could ever meet. But something changed inside of her.” He said, his tone started to get a little vicious. “I caught her in bed with another man and that was when my insecurities finally caught up with me. I tried so, so hard to be like this other man that I lost who I was. My life now revolved around a heavy diet and exercise regime and I lost far too much weight but it was never enough for me. I gave up so much of my life that I should have been spending making a family and enjoying my life.” He added sadly. “And now what have I got? My kidneys are failing. My heart is failing. And my bones are so brittle it hurts to move even a centimetre. There’s more to life then being skinny and I wish I would have learnt that a long time ago.”
“Is that why you’ve tried to kill yourself before?” Zack asked curiously.
Nick shrugged. “That and losing her. Life ain't supposed to be like this, chained to a hospital bed. You’re supposed to be out there livin’. Don’t make my mistakes.”
Zack’s eyes widened but he didn’t respond. He knew he couldn’t, his heart was in his throat trying to jump out as he remembered just how to breathe.
“Thank you, Nick.” Dr. Cross said quietly. “I will be back a little later on today.”
Nick didn’t say anything, merely waved them off as they left his room and headed back up the way they originally came, going past Zack’s room and down to the left of the nurses’ station, not stopping until they reached the door to room number 1.
“The other person I would like you to meet is Ben. Ben is suffering from a combination of Bulimia and alcohol abuse, which can often be a long term effect of the condition. Ben has been suffering from Bulimia since he was a teenager and has been heavily binge drinking for the past ten years. He is suffering from both kidney and liver damage as well as having very low bone density.” Dr. Cross explained. “Unfortunately, all of Ben’s teeth have either eroded from the acid in his stomach or are gone completely. His long term memory is alright but his short term memory is atrocious for someone that is only 34.”
Dr. Cross gripped the door handle and pulled it open, revealing a slender man sitting in the hospital bed, and both Zack and Brian were relieved slightly that his appearance was much less frightening. “Hello Ben, how are you this morning? I’ve brought Zack and Brian along so you could show them about your illness.”
Ben turned his head slightly and focused directly on Zack. “So you’re a little me, are ya?” He grinned sloppily, revealing his blood red gum that had gaps from the teeth missing and the stubs of black teeth.
“Why did you do it?” Zack asked carefully, trying to ignore the memory of Ben’s teeth.
“Ever since I was a teenager, I always knew I was gay. But I knew my parents would never accept it. I thought that controlling my weight was like, my way of gaining some sort of control back in my life. And people are so complimentary when you drop a stack of weight in a short amount of time.” Ben answered, flashing his toothless grin at them. “I had always been a bit of a drinker; I think most teenagers start out that way. But I knew my drinking was getting severely out of control when I would continuously wake up in a pool of my own vomit that I had forced myself to do.”
“My friends were worried about me, but I didn’t think anything of it. It’s not like they knew anything anyway. They didn’t know the daily struggle for me to even get out of bed.” Ben continued. “But now, looking back as I sit here by myself, ready to die by myself, I wish I had listened to them. Wish I had gotten help like they’d suggested. I could have had everything I had ever dreamed for, but my head and my obsession with my body got in the way and ruined everything. Ruined my life.” He added, looking between Zack and Brian. “Please let him help you, Zack. Don’t end up like me.”
“Thank you, Ben.” Dr. Cross said, writing a few notes on his clipboard. “I will be back here a bit later.”
“Bye.” Ben answered simply, reaching over to pick up his daily paper and continue reading it.
Brian and Zack followed Dr. Cross out of Ben’s room and along the corridor and back to Zack’s room. Zack stayed silent as he climbed back into the bed and let the doctor hook up the machines, not even wincing as he was jabbed with a number of needles. Brian stayed motionless as he watched the other man’s eyes well up with tears and this was when the doctor excited the room.
“Zack, what’s wrong?” Brian asked cautiously but as soon as he did, watched as the waterfall of tears escaped the rhythm guitarists’ eyes. “Zacky?” He asked as he climbed onto the bed next to the other man.
Zack threw his arms around Brian and squeezed him as tight as his arms would allow. “I don’t want to end up like them, Brian.”
“What you do you want me to do?” Brian asked as he rubbed circles on the other man’s bony back.
“Help me.” Zack cried, pulling back to look the other man deep in the eye. “You’re the only one who can. Please?”
Brian took a deep breath as the immense pressure rolled over him. He didn’t know if he could handle this responsibility all by himself. But one look into the troubled man’s green eyes gave him his answer. “Yes, I will.”
a/n: long one lol. thanks for reading and reviewing :)
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