Adopted

Chapter 43

Still Sarah's POV
"Jessica Urie's room?" Kala asked as we got to the nurse's station.

"Oh. Yes. They just brought her up. Room P172. Just give them a few minutes to get her settled, and you can go see her. You're family?"

"This is her mom, I'm a family friend."

"Wonderful," the nurse smiled.

An empty gurney passed by us.

"You can go in now," the nurse said.

I followed Kala down the hallway. I wasn't sure what to expect but when we walked into Jessica's room, she was covered in bandages, her head was wrapped like a mummy's with her eyes covered. A white cast encased her right arm, tubes were everywhere. Wires came out from under her hospital gown. Machines beeped. Machines breathed for her. I sobbed at the sight of my daughter, lying there, slack jawed, a tube coming out of her mouth, helping her to breathe. A nurse was arranging her in the bed and checking the machines keeping my daughter alive.

"Jessie?" I said, taking her left hand in mine. "Sweetie, it's Mom. I'm here baby. You're going to be okay," I sniffed. "Can you squeeze my hand baby?"

She didn't respond. I don't know that I really expected her to, but I hoped. This had to be a bad dream. That's what this is.

"Mrs. Urie?" The nurse said. "My name is Crystal. I'll be Jessica's night nurse. I'm here until 7 am. If you need anything, just call, okay?"

I nodded. I hadn't really heard what she was saying, but it sounded like I should nod.

"Jessica is in good hands," the nurse said, touching my arm and getting my attention. "I promise. We're taking very good care of her."

I nodded again and thanked the nurse. She smiled and left the room.

"I have to call B," I said to Kala.

"Let me," she said.

"No. Thank you. He should hear it from me," I said, pulling out my phone and pressing his number.

"Brendon's phone. Hey Sarah," Zack answered his phone.

"Zack. I need to talk to Brendon.," said.

"He's onstage Sarah,"

"Zack. It's an emergency," I said tersely. "I know he's on stage. I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't an emergency!"

"Alright, what happened? I'll tell him when he's off,"

"Get. Brendon. Now, Zack," I said.

"Okay, okay, hold on," I heard him talking to someone.

"Get Brendon off stage now. There's an emergency at home."

I heard some noises and shuffling.

"Sarah," I heard Zack say off to the side.

"Sarah? What's the matter," my husband's voice came down the line, and I started crying again.

"Brendon... I... we... you need to come home. I need you to come home," I cried.

"Sarah, I'm in the middle of a tour. I can't just up and leave. What's going on?"

"It's Jessica," I sobbed. "They beat her up. They, she's in a coma Brendon!"

"What?! What, Sarah, I'm not understanding you."

Kala took the phone from me while I sat down in the chair beside Jessica's bed and sobbed.

"Bren? It's Kala. I'm with Sarah at the hospital. Jessica got beaten up by some eighth grade boys because she has AIDS. I don't know how they figured it out. Yes, she's in a coma. It's medically induced though. Um, broken ribs, broken arm, concussion, lots of bruises and cuts and stitches. She has a chest tube because one of her ribs punctured her lung. And there is some swelling on her brain, so they had to do some surgery to help with that. The doctor says she should be okay, but she looks pretty rough," I heard her tell Brendon.

"Okay. P172 Cedar-Sinai. Yes. I will. No. I'm staying as long as I can. Okay. Okay. I'll tell her," she hangs up.

"He's coming, Sarah. He's changing and getting the next flight back," Kala rubbed my back while I held my daughter's slack hand and cried.

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Brendon's POV

"I have to go home," I said to Zack. He had watched as my face went white while Kala told me what had happened to my daughter.

"Brendon, you have a show in Montreal tomorrow night," he said.

"I honestly don't give a fuck," I said, as I peeled off my pants from the show. I was booking a plane ticket while throwing clothes into a bag. I was really sweaty, so as soon as I had my ticket booked I went into the shower and rinsed off quickly, put on deodorant and threw on my sweat pants, a t shirt and a hat, threw my toiletries into the bag and grabbed my laptop and chargers. I wouldn't need to check luggage.

"This is going to be a fucking mess," Zack said, as he threw a few things into a bag himself. Obviously he's be coming home with me.

"What's happening?" Dallon asked, as he came into the dressing room. "You just left in the middle of Victorious and never came back. Is everything okay?"

"No Dallon, it's not fucking okay," I seethed. "Some little assholes beat up my kid and now she's in a coma in the hospital!"

"What? Shit. Really?!" He said.

"No. April fucking Fool's," I shot back.

"Brendon, don't take this out on the band," Zack said.

I ran a hand through my hair.

"Fuck. I'm sorry Dallon. But yeah. Some little shits beat my kid up and landed her in the hospital. I'm going home."

"Is she going to be okay?" He asked.

I looked at him. Part of me wanted to punch him for asking. Tears formed in my eyes.

"I don't know," I sobbed. Dallon wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm so sorry B. Go. Go home, find out what's what. We'll deal with management. Zack, you going too?"

"Yeah," he said, tears in his eyes too.

Our tour manager walked into the room.

"What the fuck was that?!" He demanded.

Zack put his hand on my chest and lightly pushed me back. He knows me well and knew I was about to go nuclear on the manager.

"Brendon's kid is in a coma in the hospital. He needs to go home and be with her. We don't know if she's going to be okay," he explained.

The manager's face dropped.

"Okay, shit. Okay. I'll deal with the upcoming dates. I'll postpone the next two weeks for now, keep me in the loop and I'll take care of any further dates as we know what's happening. I'm so sorry, Brendon. Please give her my best when you get home. I'll fill in the crew."

I nodded. Zack had called an Uber and told me it had arrived. We flew out the door. I don't even remember the trip to the airport. All I knew was I needed to get home. And the flight was just too long. I wished I could just appear there. Zack kept trying to talk me down the whole flight. I just tried not to cry the whole flight.