My Batman (Andy Biersack Fanfic)

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~ Ashley's POV ~

Im walking back to the BVB bus with Jake now, I'm guessing Jinxx and Andy are still out partying or something. Me and Jake are laughing about some super stupid and sick shit, as guys do, we open the door to the bus and both gasp in unison. Andy lies on the couch, empty glass bottles surround him and he holds one in his hand. Oh my god.
I turn to Jake "Dude, go get the paramedic!"
He nods "On it!" And he runs out of the door. I run over go Andy and move all the empty bottles out of the way. I check his pulse, its very weak and his breathing is shallow. Did he try and drink himself to death!?! I'll have to ask when he wakes up. IF he wakes up. No. We can't lose Andy! I move Andy so he's in the recovery position. I stay with him, checking his pulse and breathing rate every so often. The paramedics arrive within 10 minutes. They lift him onto a stretcher and drive him go the local hospital. I ride in the ambulance with him and text Heather.

Me: Andy's being driven to the hospital right now, he drank himself to unconsciousness.

Heather: OMFG WHAT!?!?! WHY!?!?! WHAT HAPPENED!?!?!

Me: I came back to the bus with Jake and found him unconscious on the couch, surrounded by empty glass bottles that once contained alcohol.

Heather: STAY WITH HIM!!! GOD I HOPE HE'S OK!!!

Me: Yeah, so do I.

Heather: RIGHT, KELLIN AND I ARE GONNA MEET YOU GUYS AT THE HOSPITAL!!!

Me: What about Hannah?

Heather: WE'LL LEAVE HER WITH JOEL, SHE'LL BE FINE, SHE'S ASLEEP NOW ANYWAY, WE TOLD JOEL WHAT HAPPENED AND HE AGREED TO STAY WITH HER AND NOT TELL HER, SHE'LL ONLY BLAME HERSELF

Me: Yeah, that sounds like a good plan, ok, I'll see you both when you get there.

Heather: He's gonna be alright Ashley, I'm sure of it, he's a fighter, he can do this, I know he can.

Me: I hope you're right.

I shove my phone back in my pocket and take deep breaths. I hope Andy is gonna be ok. For his sake. For the fans sake. For the bands sake. And for Hannah's sake, because if she finds out about this...I dread to think what she'll do, she'll blame herself and...she...oh my god, Andy, you better be ok!