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Unwell	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know or own A7x or Micky D's. This is all fiction, a.k.a total bull. I'm unfortunately not making any money.

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“Matt, Matty wake up, please.” Johnny was hoping desperately the singer would be easy to wake. He whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut as another stomach cramp shot through him. He swallowed thickly and tried to rouse the singer again. “Matt, please wake up.” He whispered hoarsely. He was so sick, his stomach felt like it was being torn in two. Finally there was an unintelligible sound and Matt’s head lifted some before returning to the pillow. “Matty.” He whispered again, bile rose in his throat and he fought it back again, his body shook and sweat soaked his shirt making the shivering worse.

“What, brat?” Matt slurred gravelly. “I don’t feel good.” He whimpered. Matt sighed and stretched a little but that was the only indication he was still awake. “Matty.” He said desperately, the pain was beyond words and he felt sick again. “What’s wrong?” he sighed, it sounded like he was drifting off again. “I…my stomach really hurts.” A wave of pain hit him and he clung to consciousness, “I threw up…” his sentence was cut off by another shot of pain and he doubled over with a small cry. Matt finally rolled over, he blinked tiredly and then blinked again and sat up, “Brat, what’s wrong?” he said worriedly. “Help me.” He whispered. He whimpered and clapped a hand over his mouth and the vomit finally came out. The pain doubled and throbbed and he lost the battle with consciousness and started to fall to the side gasping and coughing. Matt caught him and a small light flashed on in his bunk, “Oh my God, Johnny?” another arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him up. Johnny whimpered and his legs buckled, the pain was worse when his body was stretched like that. Matt cursed again and carefully picked him up and cradled him against his bare chest. “Brian! Wake the fuck up!” he snapped. Johnny shook and pressed himself as close as he could to Matt’s warm body. Brian muttered something and didn’t make any move to get up. “Brian, now!”

“What the fuck Matt?” he asked nastily ripping his curtain open. “I need a hospital, now. Find it.” Matt snarled back. Brian rubbed his eyes, “The fuck you need a hospital for?” he asked warily. “Something’s wrong with Johnny.” He answered shortly. Johnny whimpered and twisted in Matt’s arms. “Hurts.” He whispered. Matt left the bunk section and carefully set him on the couch and wiped his chin, “Okay baby, relax. You’re gonna be okay, we’re gonna get you better.” He whispered kissing his sweaty forehead. Johnny squirmed and shook and cried out hoarsely and curled up on himself.

“Matty, what the fuck are you and Syn yellin’ about?” Zack asked tiredly from the doorway. “Johnny,” he said with a panicked edge, “he threw up blood.”

“What?” Zack sounded completely awake and went to the singer’s side and swore quietly. “God what happened?” he dropped to his knees and took Johnny’s bloody hand and softly whispered to him while he gasped and writhed on the couch. Matt shook his head helplessly, “I don’t know, he just woke me up.”

“Matty?” Johnny whispered dazedly, Matt pressed his lips against his forehead again, “Right here brat.” Johnny’s eyes rolled back and he convulsed once and gagged. Blood dripped from his mouth and his eyes squeezed shut. “I don’t…it hurts.” He whimpered. Matt cradled his head against his chest and wiped away the tears leaking from his closed eyes. Brian walked into the front lounge looking at his phone, “We’re like twenty minutes away from a hospital.” He said rubbing his eyes. Johnny screamed and his head shot up, “The fuck?” he yelped finally fully awake. Zack looked over his shoulder, “Go tell the bus driver.” He said shakily. Brian stared at him wide eyed and then looked at Johnny, “What the hell is going on?” he said not moving. “Brian, bus driver.” Matt snapped. Brian nodded slowly and finally uprooted himself and hurried past them.

“Christ, Christ, what the hell happened.” He asked moments later crouching next to Matt. The bassist whimpered and cried out weakly, his breathing was ragged and every few breaths he coughed thickly. Blood and saliva dripped down Matt’s chest as he held the shivering bassist. “I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.” Matt whispered running his fingers through his mohawk. Brian reached over and stroked his cheek with his thumb and the bassist turned his head some into the touch. “Hang on baby, we’re not far from the hospital.” He murmured. Johnny made a pained sound and wrapped his arms around his stomach with a hoarse cry. “Hang on Christ, we’re almost there.” Zack whispered.

Finally Zack raised his head and let out a sigh, “We’re here.” Johnny was unconscious in Matt’s arms still occasionally whimpering and coughing. Matt carefully picked him up when the bus stopped and Johnny jerked and cried out twisting against him. “Johnny.” Matt whispered quickly setting him down again, “Johnny, relax baby. We’re at the hospital.” He murmured kissing his forehead. Johnny settled again and when Matt picked him up he only made a small sound of protest.

Inside the ER the fluorescents temporarily blinded him and he blinked rapidly against the brightness. Johnny started to squirm again and Matt tightened his hold while nuzzling his head. “Hang on brat.” He murmured pressing a kiss to his temple. The nurse sitting at a desk behind a Plexiglas shield looked up and her brow furrowed with concern and she picked up a phone and spoke quickly before hanging up. “What happened?” She asked without preamble. Johnny raised his head and dropped it again and shuddered before he gagged and warm blood and saliva slid down Matt’s chest. The nurse jumped up and began yelling at other scrub clad people and like magic a stretcher appeared with an army of nurses and doctors. Matt gratefully set Johnny down but the bassist clung to him with wide terrified eyes. Matt leaned down and kissed his forehead, “It’s okay baby, they’re gonna help.” He pressed his lips against him again and backed away. Johnny’s eyes rolled back again and he passed out.

Half an hour later Matt sank down against a wall, the nurses had shown him to a shower and then kindly requested he add a shirt to his basketball shorts. Zacky sat down next to him and scrubbed at his face with his hands. Matt wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close and rested his chin on his head for a moment. “Guys, they have chairs.” Brian said sleepily, Mike made a small sound of agreement next to him also starting to doze off. Matt nodded but didn’t make any move to get up.

The waiting room was boring and the atmosphere was soaked thoroughly in years and years of anxiety, joy, and pain. Another family waited anxiously in chairs or paced the room, Matt closed his eyes so he wouldn’t track the back and forth steps of the pacers. Zack shifted some and Matt straightened his legs so he could rest his head in his lap.

Another half hour passed and finally a doctor came in. Matt clenched his jaw and watched the man hoping it was good news for both groups. “Seward’s friends?” he asked glancing at the band. Zack lifted his head and sat up and Brian nodded also sitting up more. The doctor smiled, “It’s good news.” He said warmly. Tension in Matt’s chest released so quickly tears burned his eyes before he blinked them away. The doctor pulled a small vial out of his breast pocket and held it up for them to see. “This would be what was causing the problem, it looks like the tip of a knife or a piece of a blade. Something sharp and nasty, it was cutting up his stomach lining.”

“Piece of a knife? What the fuck?” Brian said incredulously. The doctor nodded, “does he have a habit of eating non-edible things like nuts, bolts, nails? Things like that?” He didn’t sound flustered at all, like people coming in with bits and pieces of blades in their stomachs was an everyday thing. “No.” Matt and Zack said at the same time. The doctor held the vial up to the light, “then he probably ingested it without knowing. We get one or two of these a year. Sometimes the blades for the hamburger grinders chip or fracture and the pieces get mixed up in the hamburger and then they’re shaped into patties and shipped off without anyone knowing.” He looked at the band again and smiled. “You can visit, he’s still coming off the anesthesia so he’s not very coherent.” Matt and Zack quickly got to their feet and Brian jumped up with Mike only a second behind and they followed the doctor out. Matt glanced over his shoulder at the other family and said a quick prayer for good news.

Johnny was half-heartedly looking around the room while a woman asked him questions about the day and year, where he was, hometown, and other random things when the doctor let them in. She looked up and smiled, “He’s waking up just fine.” She said stepping back. Matt smiled and smoothed his mohawk down, “Hey brat.” He murmured. Johnny smiled goofily, “Hey, hey, she keeps asking me where I live but she doesn’t want my num’er. I think she’s stalking me.” He said happily. Zack laughed and brushed his fingers across the side of his head, “Sure Johnny.” He snickered. Johnny glared at him, “s’not funny.” He pouted. “Nope, not at all, brat.” Brian said gently taking his hand and stroking the colored skin across his knuckles. “How’s your stomach?” Matt asked. Johnny blinked and shook his head, “Okay.” He said a little more coherently. Brian chuckled, “You remember when Pinkly was spayed and we brought her home and she was like runnin’ into tables and stuff.” He asked quietly looking at Matt. Matt laughed and Johnny looked up at him with rapidly clearing eyes, “What? What’re you laughing at?” he asked suspiciously. “Nothing brat.” He smiled leaning down and kissing his forehead. “I don’t believe you.” He mumbled. Zack ran his fingers over the soft hair on the side of his head again, “Glad you’re feelin’ better brat. You scared the shit out of us.” He murmured. Johnny turned his head a little and natural sleep clouded his eyes some. “Sorry.” He sighed. Matt ran his fingers through his mohawk against the natural fall of his hair making it stick up every which way before smoothing it down again. “Maybe you should learn to chew your food instead of inhaling it.” Brian snorted tapping the back of his hand. “Hhm?” Johnny asked faintly with closed eyes.

Later, when everyone was finally asleep again Matt lightly ran his fingers down Johnny’s monster covered arm and lightly kissed the side of his head. Technically, he wasn’t supposed to be stretched out next to him because of the stitches and IVs and everything but the worst they could do was yell at him. “I love you, brat.” He murmured softly. “You scared the hell outta me. I was so scared we’d lose you too.” He wrapped an arm around his chest and held his smaller body a little closer and sniffed quietly hoping no one else would hear. “I love you, always.” He whispered again and pressed another kiss to his head and wiped away tears.

xXx
A/n: I’ll bet you think twice before you wolf down that Big Mac next time, lol
Anyway, this is all B.S.—I hope—and I have the utmost faith in the FDA to keep us safe from fragments of blade and salmonella infected eggs…
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