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The Ft. Wayne, IN Conspiracy	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know or (sadly) own A7X, I'm not making any money. This is all fiction, only the food poisoning actually happened; everything else is a lie.

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A/N: So M. Shadows told everyone at the Indianapolis, IN concert on the 19th that they didn’t play the show the night before in Fort Wayne, IN because he got food poisoning. First time they’ve been to Indiana since City of Evil and he gets food poisoning. Way to go people. Anyway, I thought up a good story to go along with it to make myself feel better and quell the urge to disown that part of the state.

Brian and Jimmy climbed up the stairs to the bus calling Matt’s name. Neither had seen the singer since dinner, almost an hour ago, and Saving Abel was about to take the stage; Buckcherry was on after them but the guys had to be ready and waiting by the time they took the stage. If they weren’t there could be some long delays between bands and it wasn’t fair for the fans to wait on them.

“Shads! Shads you here?” Jimmy hollered. The bus stayed quiet. Brian sighed, “Where the hell did he go?” He flipped his phone open hoping the singer had texted him back but his inbox was still empty.

“Well fuck.” Jimmy muttered, “Let’s help Johnny and Zacky look.” He said louder. Brian nodded; currently the other guitarist and bassist were trying to discreetly comb the sizable crowd for their wayward singer. Their cover had probably been blown already though which meant their search would be slowed or nonexistent.

Jimmy jumped off the bus and Brian made it to the bottom step when a familiar ring tone came from his pocket. He quickly answered, “Shads where the hell are you? We’ve been calling and texting you for almost a half hour.” He said angrily. He hated being pressed for time, he preferred to have time before they went on stage to relax and practice his solos. He couldn’t do that when people were jacking around and not where they were supposed to be.

“Sorry.” the singer said quietly, he sounded a little faint. Brian’s anger faded, “What’s up Matt?” he asked with a softer tone. Jimmy had returned to the bus when Brian had picked up and was now looking at the guitarist a little worried.

“I’m at the hospital.” Matt said, his usually strong voice was only a shadow of its former self. Brian’s stomach dropped and a million questions sped through his mind: What hospital, how serious, how did he get there, and why was he there? He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, “What hospital are you at Matty?” he asked softly. Jimmy’s eyes shot open and he quickly pulled out his phone and hit a speed dial.

“I…I dunno.” He whimpered; there was a voice in the back ground and then a pleasant female voice came over the line, “Hello?”

“Hi, who’s this?” Brian asked in what he hoped was a polite tone.

“I’m Dr. Milo, Mr. Sanders’ doctor. Are you one of his friends?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with him and where the hell is he?” Brian gave up trying to be polite; he just needed to know that Matt wasn’t in any life threatening danger.

“He’s at St. Vincent’s; do you know where it is?” Dr. Milo said, still calm and polite. Brian nodded, “I’m pretty sure I do. What’s wrong with him?” he could hear the strain in his voice.

“We’re pretty sure it’s food poisoning, but he was admitted about fifteen minutes ago so he hasn’t been here long. Once you arrive I can give you a more definite answer.” Her voice was reassuring and some of the tenseness left his shoulders, “Okay, we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

She gave him directions, just in case it wasn’t where he thought it was, and then hung up. Johnny and Zack were at the bus and as soon as he flipped his phone closed hammered him with questions. Brian held up his hands, “He’s at St. Vincent’s and the doctor thinks he has food poisoning.” He told them once they quieted. Jimmy grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bus toward one of their rental cars. Johnny and Zack were already walking to it.

The hospital was, thankfully, easy to find and once Jimmy had the car parked they scrambled out of the car and all but ran through the front doors. Johnny found the front desk and asked for Matt’s room; the lady told them to wait a minute and she’d page the doctor. They milled around in the waiting room, earning uneasy glances and flagrant staring for their tattooed covered arms and stage clothing, for about five minutes until a somewhat attractive brunette hurried over to them, “Hello, I’m Dr. Milo.” Her voice was just as pleasant in person as it had been over the phone and Brian gave her a wane smile.

She asked them to follow her and began explaining Matt’s illness to them, “It’s definitely food poisoning. Nothing life threatening, but he’s been vomiting a lot so we’re going to keep him overnight on an IV to make sure his fluids stay up. He also has stomach cramps, they’re only going to get worse before they get better, but that’s the norm for food poisoning.” They stopped outside of a closed door and she knocked sharply twice before opening the door and going in.

Brian felt the breath go out of him when he saw his friend asleep on the hospital bed. His usually lightly tanned skin was sickly pale and his face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He was curled up on the bed holding his stomach with one arm while the other lay lifeless on his side with an IV needle sticking in it. He shuddered and his face scrunched in pain and his eyes fluttered open for a second before tightly closing again.

“There’s not much we can do for him,” the doctor said quietly, “I’ve got other patients to check on but call a nurse if he starts vomiting any amount of blood or if his stomach cramps become acute.” And with a short nod she disappeared, closing the door behind her.

Jimmy was already crouched by Matt’s side gently running his fingers over the singer’s temple. Matt shivered and his eyes opened again, “Jimmy?” he murmured. The drummer smiled, “The one and only.” He said softly. A smile flickered across Matt’s features and his eyes closed again. Zack was on the other side of the bed with Johnny, both were careful not to bump the IV line. They sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and without opening his eyes Matt guessed who they were, “Zacky and Johnny.” He mumbled tiredly, shivering, Zack carefully took the hand with the IV in it and gave it a gentle squeeze. Johnny scooted further onto the bed and lay down with his head against Zack’s thigh and his body pressed against Matt’s. Matt shivered again, but not as violently as he had before, and Jimmy stood up and carefully lifted the singer’s shoulders and practically pulled him into his lap. Matt sighed almost contently and moved around a little more so his cheek was resting at the bottom of the drummer’s chest.

Now that there was more room on the bed Brian sat down close to where Jimmy had been and rubbed the singer’s arm reassuringly. Matt cracked an eye open and smiled a little, “Are you gonna read me a bedtime story too?” He asked cheekily. Jimmy’s laughed quietly, “I can make something up.” He said playfully. Brian rolled his eyes, “That’d probably give him nightmares.”

“We won’t know until we try.” Jimmy said brightly. Matt snorted a laugh and Brian heard Johnny chuckling. They quieted after a moment, Matt’s eyes were once again closed and he wasn’t shivering nearly as much as he had been. Brian looked around the room for an extra blanket for Johnny. There was an over stuffed chair in the corner and a small dresser on the other side of Zack and that was it, aside from the IV stand and the TV on the wall. He got off the bed and went to look through the dresser.

He found two extra blankets, he handed one to Zack and covered Matt with the other one. Zack got off the bed and covered Johnny with the blanket, the bassist looked at him over his shoulder, but Zack didn’t go far. He claimed the overstuffed chair and curled up with his head on the arm closest to the bed.

“Matty, you still awake?” Jimmy asked quietly. The singer didn’t reply, he whimpered quietly and curled up closer to Jimmy as his stomach cramps worsened.

“Jimmy let ‘em sleep.” Brian said quietly. He gave his friend a short hug and then got off the bed as well. He went over to the chair where Zack was starting to fall asleep and pulled the smaller guitarist up and sat down pulling him back down onto his lap. Zack grumbled but got comfortable anyway and quickly returned to his previous drowsing state.

Brian stared up at the ceiling, surprised at how tired he felt. The tour hadn’t been too bad; their fans had been leaving pages of praise on their myspace page and on the forums on their website. Usually he wasn’t this tired until after a show, but sleeping in a coffin like bunk, far away from friends and family could take a toll after awhile.

Matt whimpered, pulling him away from his tired musings, he looked over at the bed and his brow wrinkled with concern. Matt’s features were tight with pain and he was fidgeting uncomfortably. Jimmy pulled him further up his chest and hugged him closer, Matt’s fit slowly ended and once his shuffling stopped Brian heard Jimmy humming softly. Matt snuggled more against him and sighed as he drifted further into sleep. Jimmy continued humming and Brian picked up on the familiar tune; the drummer sang it when he couldn’t get to sleep. There were words to the tune but he always sang it so softly he only caught the faint rise and fall of his voice and little else.

“What is that Jimmy?” he asked sleepily. The drummer looked up and shrugged lightly, “Something my mom used to sing to me.” He started humming again, a little louder, and Brian felt his eyes grow a little heavier. He shifted Zack’s head closer to his shoulder so he could get more comfortable and started to fall asleep more quickly.

Tura lura lural
Tura lura lie
Tura lura lura
Hush now
Don't you cry
Tura lura lural
Tura lura lie
Tura lura lura
That's an Irish Lullaby

Jimmy’s soft crooning voice whispered through the quiet room. Brian smiled a little as his voice became fainter and fainter with each refrain, but he was lost in dreams long before Jimmy’s voice faded.

*I got the lullaby lyrics from the chorus line of Nicolette Larson’s song “Sleep Baby Sleep”

A/N: Stupid Ft. Wayne, poisoning people. It’s all good though, they did a fantastic show and they promised to comeback on the next tour cycle which makes me about seven different kinds of happy ^_^
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