She closed her eyes, and then she opened them again, as if she couldn't quite believe we were real—as if we were a figment of her imagination. I couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at her reaction.


“Hey, Savannah,” I smiled at her. She smiled back weakly. I could tell she was in a lot of pain. The accident, still fresh in my mind, was terrible, and she was badly beaten up. I was actually surprised she was awake at all. “I hope you don’t mind us being here,” I said. I looked at who I figured was her mom, asking permission to enter the room. She nodded, standing up and going to the hallway.


“Er, not at all,” she said quietly.


“Well, I’m Vic. This is Tony, Jaime, and Mike,” I gestured to the other guys as we all took a seat around her, although I knew she knew who we were already.


“Hi,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and her face twisted slightly like she was in pain, but she smiled nonetheless. “It means a lot that you guys are here! You have no idea how upset I was when I woke up and realized I missed the concert,” she frowned.


"It's okay" I touched her arm lightly, just a comforting gesture to let her know it really was okay. "Trust me, forget the concert, focus on your recovery" I said my face contorted in pain. Her brows furrowed, causing her forehead to crease as she took in my words—shit maybe that came out a little more demanding than I intended it to.


"Was it really that bad?" she asked as if she didn't have any clue of how close to death she came. I nodded my head and looked at the floor.


"I saw it all happen" I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the brutal crash, the crushing of metal—the way the car just flipped, around and around and around, like it was never going to stop, tossing her body along with it.But I knew it would engraved into my brain for the longest of time. Her voice snapped me out of my flashback.


"I feel okay" she shrugged but as she did I caught the tell-tale twist of pain in her face, calling her a liar. "Then again I'm on a lot of pain killers I guess" she muttered.


Silence overtook the room, like a thick fog, sewing our lips together. I didn't really know what to say. I couldn't talk about the concert because I'd feel like I was rubbing the fact she couldn't make it in her face—and honestly I didn't know what else to talk about.


"Have a teddy bear!" Jaime smiled, breaking the silence and handing her a white unicorn with a rainbow mane and googly eyes—we brought a whole bunch of stuffed animals and balloons just to show our deepest sympathy—she giggled as she took it and then burst into a huge coughing fit; panicked, I shouted for the nurse but Savannah shook her head.



"I'm-" cough "fine" cough. She smiled weakly putting a hand on her chest—it must have been hurting her every time she coughed. Her coughing seized and her eyes were all watery from the outburst. "Seriously, I'm fine. I just breathed wrong," she chuckled, and I felt myself relax.


"Are you sure you're okay?" Mike asked and she nodded her head in reply.


"Just bummed about missing your show" she sighed and I instantly had an idea. I felt an imaginary light buld flash above my head. This was genius!


"Uh, be right back" I murmered and jumped up, heading out of the hospital room, ignoring everyone's perplexed stares at my abrupt exit.


We arrived at the hospital in our RV because we had no other form of transport to get there. And in our RV were our guitars. Punching in the code quickly, the door slid open and I dived inside and headed straight towards the back lounge of the bus. I stood and stared at my range of guitars for a couple of minutes, I had my Taylor Electric one, my Fender Telecaster, my Fender Tornado, or a choice of three of Tony's ESPs'. I ended up settling for my Taylor Electric, I grabbed it and jogged back off the bus, hitting the 'close' button for the door as I stepped out of it.


"Back!" I said breathlessly as I re-entered the hospital room. They all looked at me in confusion as I sat down in the chair I'd just recently departed from. "You couldn't come to the show, so I'm bringing the show to you" I flashed her a smile as I fixed my windswept hair, still catching my breath "Uh, on a smaller scale though, of course" I added with a laugh. Her eyes lit up as her jaw fell open.


"Uh...you're going to sing for me? H-here, n-now?" she stuttered completely shocked.


"Sure! Got any requests or should I just wing it?" I asked, checking the guitar hadn't been bashed around and knocked out of tune—that always seemed to be happen when the crew were loading it in and out of the RV.


"Uh...I like The Balcony Scene..." she spoke quietly, almost shyly, as if she couldn't wrap her head around the situation and I nodded in reply, clearing my throat—of course I had to do the songs acoustically so they didn't sound exactly like the original but I didn't care and I don't think Savannah did either—I began strumming the intro to The Balcony Scene


"Don't react when I tell you..."
"And don't react when I tell you..."
"That bright lights mean nothing to you 'cause no one would know the song of a ghost"

"Can we lose our minds and call it love for the last time"

"So tell me, so tell me..." I closed my eyes, really getting into the song feeling the next lyrics with every fibre of my being.

"Have you ever really danced on the edge?" the world disappeared around me, I didn't even notice Jaime do the background parts.

("Is something still scaring you?")

"Have you ever really danced on the edge?"

("The count of three is up")

"Have you ever really danced on the edge?"

("Alright then tell me so")

"Have you ever really danced on the edge?"

("Just hold my hand and jump") Jaime, Mike, Tony—even Savannah who I was playing this for—didn't exist in that moment, my mind cleared, the accident vanishing from it, the heavy burden of every day life disappearing and everything just seemed somewhat—complete.

I ceased to open my eyes and instead just jumped straight into the next song


"Well you know that I'm cold"
"Black on constellations gold"

"To the end never leave"
"Fall asleep on the first I face"
"And they say play the game"
"You and me found love lost under the shade"

"Well you know I'm a ghost"
"Pull the note out of my throat and leave me alone"

"Come back to my heart" Jaime did the back up again

("I don't care")

"Come back to my heart"

("I don't care")

"Come back tonight, tonight"

Four songs later I decide to wrap it up. I put my guitar down on the floor and smiled at her, her eyes were glossy with tears and she clapped eagerly.


"I don't want to seem like those annoying fans that fangirl and cry and stuff, uh, but that was incredible" she swiped at her face, brushing the tears away with her fingertips. I stood and gave her an awkward hug—considering she was laid in a hospital bed—and she thanked me profusely.


"So how was that?" I asked.


"Amazing. You made me wish I was in a car accident every time you had a local show scheduled, just so you'd do that again," she giggled and then blushed as if she wished she hadn't admitted that.


"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm sorry you missed the show," I replied, genuinely meaning it.


"You made up for it" she bit her lip as if contemplating something. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke again. "Would it be rude to ask for an encore?" She asked shyly, her cheeks heating and turning pink.


"Encore? You got it!" I said eagerly and the biggest grin decorated her slightly bruised and cut but still very beautiful face and I felt joy knowing I had made someone as happy as I'd made her.

Notes

Yay for a new update! HEY EVERYONE GUESS WHAT this chapter was written by the wonderful Fuentits ! YAY we are collaborating!!!! For some reason this site is stupid and is glitching for adding a new author, but she is an author to this story now! She will be writing VIc's POV chapters while i will be writing Savannah Pov chapters for now :)

Yay this is so exciting