*Synyster P.O.V.*
Darkness.
It was all I could see before me, swirling and creating menacing shapes and forms. I kept waving my hands in front of is, trying to grasp something, ANYTHING, that would give is an idea of where I was.
Then I finally opened my eyes.
The first things I noticed was the blinding light above me, as well as the burning smell of bleach. 'Fucking hospitals...' I silently seethed, remembering I hated those overly-sanitized buildings. Then it hit me. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, sitting upright suddenly. I had been shot. By some random person, concealed in the shadows. I remembered falling into the crowd, and...Zacky being there.
Zacky.
I winced, realizing how much my chest hurt, and noticing a hand trying to push me back onto the bed. I looked down at it. "Brian..." Said a voice softly. I looked up, my eyes meeting brilliant green pools. "Zacky...the show...what...am I..." I tried speaking, my voice hoarse. "Don't worry; Larry and the Berrys aready took care of our shit, as well as addressing the audience and fans. How're you feeling?" He asked, sitting on the chair next to my bed as I finally let myself lie down again. "I've...been better, of course. Not too bad though. How's Matt and the guys?" I asked, vaguely remembering that I hadn't been the only one attacked. "Matt's fine. The blade sank in a little more than we thought,but he's healing." He said, looking at a wall randomly, as if not too sure about his actions. "Good. So, I can just leave, right?" I said, jumping up and looking my best to look okay, gathering my stuff. "Fuck no! The doctor hasn't even seen you. Sit your ass down. I don't want you getting hurt. Besides..." Zacky said, holding my hand tightly, "Last I saw him, he said you have to stay put...to make sure you heal right."
I looked down at our hands, looking away blushing. I didn't know why I was blushing; probably because holding hands is such a girly thing to do. I shrugged, looking like I could care less. "Fine. But..." At this I looked directly at him. "I'm not staying at this damn place by myself. So..." I smirked, "Get comfortable." He nodded and looked back at the wall...but not before I saw a curtain of sadness fall in his eyes.
I noticed he had an earpiece in. "What're you listening to?" I asked, reaching for it curious.
He leaned away, clutching at it. "It's, uh...don't worry about it. It's depressing music, you know me..." He muttered, licking his lips... "Mmkay. Evanescence?" "Uh, Yeah..."
Strange...

Notes

Sorry I hadn't updated! My idiot brother decided to dump a cup of grape juice ony computer, so I'm updating from my phone right low, so forgive me for any mistakes. I know this chapter seems weird, but it'll tie in with future events, I promise. :]
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