June 17, 200916 yr Don't look if you haven't read the latest chapter. I'm about to use the spoiler tags for what they were intended for. Spoilers. :P I'm a bit confused. Jonny has to be the most responsible member of the band. right? If he wakes up next to a girl he just met, then shouldn't Guy be waking up half-naked in a tree next to a squirrel who's holding a bag of date-rape drugs in its teeth? It seems quite logical to me. :P :lol: Guy waking up half-naked in a tree next to a squirrel who's holding a bag of date-rape drugs in its teeth?? thats um:thinking:interesting:lol:but its true,it does seem quite logical!
June 17, 200916 yr Well here goes the first chapter which means the previous one was a prologue:rolleyes: I Will Try To Fix You Chapter 1 The sounds of the cars and people on the streets were the first things he became aware of in the dawn. The loud voices, the noisy traffic, the city waking up. Everything that transported him out of his thoughts into real life. He never told anyone but he didn’t stay in the hotel rooms, deciding to not give sleep a try and going to the roof instead. Up there everything appeared to be clear for him, every problem had a concealed solution. Because of this, that’s where he went to write. Yes, he had been writing songs for a couple of years now, on and off. But these last few months presented him the opportunity to write incessantly. Mainly, he didn’t plan what he wrote, he just did it impulsively, without any previous thought. Afterwards he would hum some melody that somehow came attached to the lyrics and everything would fit beautifully. But he couldn’t comprehend the beauty of it because he didn’t see it. That’s why he never to showed his work to his friends. He knew Chris was a great lyricist and there was no way they would ever contemplate the idea of including those “little texts”, as he saw them, on some record. They wouldn’t even want to hear it, he knew. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey, is everything okay with you?” Jonny asked Guy, worriedly. They finished their soundcheck ten minutes before and Guy was standing in the same position as he had been the whole time they were playing. Looking straight ahead into the deserted arena, holding his bass in a detached way. “Huh? Oh, yeah...uh, I’m fine.” He responded, coming out of his haze. He found out the bay before that Joanna was getting married in three months and moving permanently to London. She told him that the only way he would see his daughter was if he came to her future home to visit. To visit. He would only visit his daughter’s home, he wouldn’t be a part of it any longer. Joanna prepared him for the fact that he wouldn’t see her daughter on a daily basis which was what he was used to these days. So, he was...fine. “Are you sure? Cause you don’t seem like you are...” his friend tried one more time. “ What do you say we go out for a bit and walk around the city and grab something to eat?” “I don’t feel like walking, Jon. Sorry.” He didn’t feel like eating as well. Actually, he didn’t feel like doing anything at all. With that in mind, he set his bass down and walked backstage, straight to his dressing room, not looking up once along the way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I know. He has been very distant lately.” Will replied. Jonny and Chris had approached a few minutes ago, wanting to talk about the dark-haired man that has been worrying them for quite some time. “I heard him talking to someone on the phone the other day and it’s like he became drained of his emotions ever since. I mean, he has been very quiet ever since we started this part of the tour but... Something is seriously wrong now.” Chris pointed out, afraid his friend might be having very serious problems that he hasn’t shared with the rest of them. He knew it wasn’t in Guy’s nature to just start a conversation and talk about his feelings and issues but maybe that was exactly what he needed right now. Otherwise they wouldn’t be able to help him. “We have to talk to him. It can’t go on like this. He doesn’t even talk to us anymore. He just stands there and plays what he has to play in concerts. Outside them, he just reads and works on his computer... Enough of this. You wanna talk to him now, guys?” Will asked the other two. “Let’s go. He’s in his dressing room.” Jonny answered him and promptly led the way. The three musicians, each absorbed with their own thoughts, didn’t know what would come of this talk. Don't expect another one this fast;)
June 17, 200916 yr Argh, right at the talk! :dozey: This is really good; you have to continue! :heart: Edit: Guy must write music!
June 17, 200916 yr Warning Sign, Fix You, and Liberation are really good!!! I am not dissing the first 2, but Liberation needs another mention..... This story is Sooooooooooo Effing....................... Great!!!!!!!!!!
June 17, 200916 yr :shame:Im sorry!I remember its on page 2 ,3 or 4:Dremember its by TwistedMind!im really sorry!!:worried: OH MY GOD IS ALL I CAN SAY:sweatdrop::sweatdrop::sweatdrop::smash:
June 17, 200916 yr Thank you for your comments. I appreciate them. And yes, Kyra, Guy must write music:)
June 17, 200916 yr I Will Try To Fix You is soo good! poor Guy :( Poor everyone really, I think all of us are putting our characters in great distress these past few days. Also, now thanks to Kyra my entire plot about Guy and the Seductive Squirrel is completely spoiled. What ever shall I do? :bigcry:
June 17, 200916 yr OH MY GOD IS ALL I CAN SAY:sweatdrop::sweatdrop::sweatdrop::smash: :sweatdrop:I know right!!:bomb:
June 17, 200916 yr @LoverinJapan::bigcry:aww poor Guy:heart: and for Jo:whip:how dare she!!!:veryangry2:
June 17, 200916 yr ^Yeah, I have to say I have mixed feelings about her, sometimes I like her, sometimes I don't. It´s all still in the open.
June 17, 200916 yr I Will Try To Fix You is soo good! poor Guy :( Poor everyone really, I think all of us are putting our characters in great distress these past few days. Also, now thanks to Kyra my entire plot about Guy and the Seductive Squirrel is completely spoiled. What ever shall I do? :bigcry: Whoops...! Sorry. :lipsrsealed2: Okay...here's Chapter 4. L I B E R A T I O N Eventually, Will managed to convince me to go back to my room. It was more bodily dragging than convincing, but I didn’t have the strength to protest. As he led me out to the hallway, everyone kept their distance. I felt bad for freaking them out, but I was still glad they weren’t trying to get in my space. I kept close to Will, relieved that he had enough patience to stay with me. I didn’t want to be alone, and yet I didn’t want to be around people. Walking along the hallway, I scanned the area for Chris. Finally I spotted him; sitting on a chair outside my room with his knees drawn up to his chin. I swallowed as we got closer to him, and pulled away from Will’s arm to join him. Chris barely looked up as I sat gingerly next to him. “He’s gonna be okay.” I told him, not knowing if I believed myself or not. I rubbed his back a bit, knowing that he usually responded well to touch. “I’m sorry, Chris.” The other man nodded, breathing in such a way that told me he’d been crying. Well, that made two of us then. I wondered vaguely how I could possibly be making him feel any better. Here I was; hurt, guilty, and a bit high on pain medication...trying to comfort the best friend of the man I’d nearly killed. Will, however, looked at me with disconnected interest. He seemed stunned by the fact I was trying to do anything for Chris through the condition I was in. I decided to keep my thoughts to myself. Telling Chris this whole thing was my fault probably wouldn’t help him much. He wouldn’t listen to me anyway. “Are you okay?” asked Chris unexpectedly. I asked him what he meant. “You’re too pale.” he muttered. “You look like you’re gonna pass out.” “Do I?” “Go lie down, Guy.” he said softly. I stood up, getting the feeling he didn’t want me around. Will moved to help me, but I gave him a look that explained I wanted to be left alone. He seemed a bit hurt, but didn’t say anything. I rubbed the side of my head, wincing as I made my way back to my bed. I stared at it in disgust; I had no intention to touch it. Will had followed me, and now stood at the door with his arms crossed uncomfortably. “Do you want me to call someone for you?” he asked. “Mark, Jo...?” I shook my head automatically. “Do I have any clothes here?” “I brought a change...you’re wearing the sweats now.” He gestured to a duffel bag resting on one of the chairs. I hung my head, moved by his thoughtfulness. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell anyone you’re in the hospital?” I smiled emptily and turned to look at him. “I don’t plan on staying, mate.” I was mildly surprised by my own bravery. As I moved to reach for the bag, he grabbed my right arm tightly. I was shocked by the pain that it caused. It wasn’t even the one with the gash, but it still hurt. Jesus. Will didn’t let go, however. “You can’t go yet. Look at yourself.” “I’m not staying.” He made a face and let go of my arm. “You have to sleep here. Just for the night.” he insisted, grabbing the bag and swinging it around his arm like a prize. I stared at him, then looked down at my hands. “They want to monitor you for a few more hours.” “What time is it?” I asked, looking out the window. It was pitch black out, and I hadn’t even noticed. “Four.” he murmured. “What time did we get here?” I felt myself sway slightly in shock. “Seven last night.” he answered, as if afraid to tell me the truth. I allowed myself to smile; completely devoid of humor. “How many paparazzi were around? Were there any last night?” Will nodded slowly, and I sat limply on the side of the bed. “Shit.” I muttered. “Will, how long was I out?” I was acutely aware of a dull ache at the top of my head. He moved around me and took my chart off the wall, glancing quickly at it. “You have a concussion. You were out for a long time.” I swallowed as his words bounced off me without much effect. I really couldn’t make myself care about my own injuries. Will seemed to notice my line of thinking. “Let me show you.” He gestured for me to follow him into the bathroom, and I did. He moved behind me and turned me towards the mirror. What I saw made me inhale sharply, nearly gagging. The right side of my head had been shaved in one spot, and now bore the signs of sutures. I had bruises under my eye and above it. I noticed a bit of red around my neck, and as I pulled the hospital gown down around my shoulder, a large red, black and blue stripe was revealed. It was from the fucking seatbelt. I dragged my eyes away from the mirror and stared at Will. “You need to stay.” he repeated. “Just until tom--later on today.” I nodded. “Fine.” As I made my way back to the room, I began to feel the effects of the crash more clearly than I had before. It hurt to breathe, to walk, to move in any way. “Fuck...fuck!” “Should I call the nurse?” I didn’t answer him before I sank onto the mattress. “God, I need a smoke.” Will shook his head. “Don’t be stupid. But I’m sure they can help you out with something to help with the fucking withdrawal.” He pressed the call button to my right. A nurse came in a few minutes later, looking between us carefully. “I’m in some pain.” I admitted warily. “I’ll need to start an IV.” she said, smiling at me reassuringly. In a few minutes, the IV had been started, and the pain animal was pushed back into its cage, growling quietly. I laid back on the pillow, my eyes fluttering somewhere between closed and open. After much debate, Will had helped me to change into a t-shirt, and had wrestled me into the bed. I didn’t protest; I was too exhausted. But as I drifted somewhere between awareness and sleep, I heard him trying to stifle his shaking breaths.
June 17, 200916 yr Oh My God, Kyra! You just keep getting better and better! Poor Guy but at least Will is always by his side, that was really good that he was everywhere Guy was. I'm also sorry for Chris and Jonny.... But I have to say I love all this angst:sneaky:
June 17, 200916 yr :clap:this is Kyras future!!!shes soo good at writing!! Whoa...:uhoh2: And here I was planning on Psychology. Thank you, everyone...you're too kind. :stunned: Guy&Will:heart: :wacky: *melts*
June 17, 200916 yr Whoops...! Sorry. :lipsrsealed2: Okay...here's Chapter 4. L I B E R A T I O N Eventually, Will managed to convince me to go back to my room. It was more bodily dragging than convincing, but I didn’t have the strength to protest. As he led me out to the hallway, everyone kept their distance. I felt bad for freaking them out, but I was still glad they weren’t trying to get in my space. I kept close to Will, relieved that he had enough patience to stay with me. I didn’t want to be alone, and yet I didn’t want to be around people. Walking along the hallway, I scanned the area for Chris. Finally I spotted him; sitting on a chair outside my room with his knees drawn up to his chin. I swallowed as we got closer to him, and pulled away from Will’s arm to join him. Chris barely looked up as I sat gingerly next to him. “He’s gonna be okay.” I told him, not knowing if I believed myself or not. I rubbed his back a bit, knowing that he usually responded well to touch. “I’m sorry, Chris.” The other man nodded, breathing in such a way that told me he’d been crying. Well, that made two of us then. I wondered vaguely how I could possibly be making him feel any better. Here I was; hurt, guilty, and a bit high on pain medication...trying to comfort the best friend of the man I’d nearly killed. Will, however, looked at me with disconnected interest. He seemed stunned by the fact I was trying to do anything for Chris through the condition I was in. I decided to keep my thoughts to myself. Telling Chris this whole thing was my fault probably wouldn’t help him much. He wouldn’t listen to me anyway. “Are you okay?” asked Chris unexpectedly. I asked him what he meant. “You’re too pale.” he muttered. “You look like you’re gonna pass out.” “Do I?” “Go lie down, Guy.” he said softly. I stood up, getting the feeling he didn’t want me around. Will moved to help me, but I gave him a look that explained I wanted to be left alone. He seemed a bit hurt, but didn’t say anything. I rubbed the side of my head, wincing as I made my way back to my bed. I stared at it in disgust; I had no intention to touch it. Will had followed me, and now stood at the door with his arms crossed uncomfortably. “Do you want me to call someone for you?” he asked. “Mark, Jo...?” I shook my head automatically. “Do I have any clothes here?” “I brought a change...you’re wearing the sweats now.” He gestured to a duffel bag resting on one of the chairs. I hung my head, moved by his thoughtfulness. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell anyone you’re in the hospital?” I smiled emptily and turned to look at him. “I don’t plan on staying, mate.” I was mildly surprised by my own bravery. As I moved to reach for the bag, he grabbed my right arm tightly. I was shocked by the pain that it caused. It wasn’t even the one with the gash, but it still hurt. Jesus. Will didn’t let go, however. “You can’t go yet. Look at yourself.” “I’m not staying.” He made a face and let go of my arm. “You have to sleep here. Just for the night.” he insisted, grabbing the bag and swinging it around his arm like a prize. I stared at him, then looked down at my hands. “They want to monitor you for a few more hours.” “What time is it?” I asked, looking out the window. It was pitch black out, and I hadn’t even noticed. “Four.” he murmured. “What time did we get here?” I felt myself sway slightly in shock. “Seven last night.” he answered, as if afraid to tell me the truth. I allowed myself to smile; completely devoid of humor. “How many paparazzi were around? Were there any last night?” Will nodded slowly, and I sat limply on the side of the bed. “Shit.” I muttered. “Will, how long was I out?” I was acutely aware of a dull ache at the top of my head. He moved around me and took my chart off the wall, glancing quickly at it. “You have a concussion. You were out for a long time.” I swallowed as his words bounced off me without much effect. I really couldn’t make myself care about my own injuries. Will seemed to notice my line of thinking. “Let me show you.” He gestured for me to follow him into the bathroom, and I did. He moved behind me and turned me towards the mirror. What I saw made me inhale sharply, nearly gagging. The right side of my head had been shaved in one spot, and now bore the signs of sutures. I had bruises under my eye and above it. I noticed a bit of red around my neck, and as I pulled the hospital gown down around my shoulder, a large red, black and blue stripe was revealed. It was from the fucking seatbelt. I dragged my eyes away from the mirror and stared at Will. “You need to stay.” he repeated. “Just until tom--later on today.” I nodded. “Fine.” As I made my way back to the room, I began to feel the effects of the crash more clearly than I had before. It hurt to breathe, to walk, to move in any way. “Fuck...fuck!” “Should I call the nurse?” I didn’t answer him before I sank onto the mattress. “God, I need a smoke.” Will shook his head. “Don’t be stupid. But I’m sure they can help you out with something to help with the fucking withdrawal.” He pressed the call button to my right. A nurse came in a few minutes later, looking between us carefully. “I’m in some pain.” I admitted warily. “I’ll need to start an IV.” she said, smiling at me reassuringly. In a few minutes, the IV had been started, and the pain animal was pushed back into its cage, growling quietly. I laid back on the pillow, my eyes fluttering somewhere between closed and open. After much debate, Will had helped me to change into a t-shirt, and had wrestled me into the bed. I didn’t protest; I was too exhausted. But as I drifted somewhere between awareness and sleep, I heard him trying to stifle his shaking breaths. Aw, omg. The idea of anyone going through this is terrifying but having to imagine the four of them is so, so sad. It must be hard for Will to take on the responsibility of comforting everyone, no one's there for him :sick:
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