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Post by Jared Wentz on May 27, 2007 18:11:43 GMT -5
[/b] Jared said. He was thinking about what had happened between Deryck and Pete a few days earlier. He looked down at the back seat of the car - and then he spotted the suitcases. "Pete, look, open the window," Jared said. He knocked on the window again but Pete just glanced at him and turned whatever he was playing on the radio up a bit more. Jared swore and pulled the door of the car open and sat down in the passanger's seat. He reached over and turned the volume down and he glanced at Pete again, narrowing his eyes. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jared asked. "Leaving, going home, whatever,"[/i] Pete replied in a monotone. Jared looked around at what was in the back again, and then turned around so fast he was afraid he'd snapped his neck when Pete started the ignition. "Pete, stop the car," Jared said, watching his father's hands shaking as he put the car into reverse. "Pete... you've been overmedicating yourself, haven't you?" Jared asked. "Fuck it, Jared, either get out my car or shut up,"[/i] Pete muttered back to him. "I'm going, so you either say goodbye and leave or you sit back and enjoy the fucking ride,"[/i] Pete said testily. "You can't drive, not in this fucking condition... Don't be a twat, Pete!" Jared said as the man in the driver's seat hit the accelerator and started reversing the car out of the driveway. Jared continued a loud protest, trying to pull the keys out. He was shocked when Pete pushed him back, his arm over Jared's chest to hold him down and stop him moving. He looked at Pete for a second, blinking - he could hardly believe what was happening now. "Pete, please," Jared pleaded. Pete was crazy - he was overmedicated, angry and upset, and he still wanted to drive the car? "Pete, I'll drive... please," Jared begged as the man started driving down the road. It wasn't very steady driving either, Jared shut his eyes briefly and looked out the window. He felt like he was being kidnapped now, and he reached for the door, but Pete had locked them. "For fuck's sake Pete!" Jared shouted as his father turned onto the freeway. "No, Pete, please get off the freeway," Jared said. Pete reached out and turned the music up again and Jared's voice was drowned out by the radio. "Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT! THIS WILL NOT BRING DERYCK BACK!" Jared shouted. "THIS WILL NOT MAKE EVERYTHING OKAY!" Jared shouted. "SHUT UP, JARED!"[/i] Pete shouted back, turning his attention to Jared. Jared looked around quickly and suddenly realized something - they were going to hit another car head on. "Pete!" Jared said, grabbing the steering wheel and turning it to try and avoid the car, the next thing Jared knew everything was black, and the music had stopped playing, and the 'pause' button had just been hit inside of his head. There was no more anger... no more stress... no more pain... Everything was silent.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 27, 2007 18:35:09 GMT -5
[/b] He laughed, the mini van was always noisy, it was a given in there band and you never really knew what you were going to find in it either. It took the cleaners a week to clean it after the last tour, living out a van and staying in shitty motels was some of the best times he had with the best friends in the world. It was his dream to tour with his brother, to open a show for his big brother – even if everything else went tits up, that was the one thing he wanted from all this. To share the most amazing feeling in the world with the person who inspired you. Deryck smiled for a moment watching the chaos and taking it in, a quiet moment on a boisterous bus he let his eyes glance out to the window and frowned. There had been an accident, he felt sorry for them after all he had seen the state of his brother after their accident, the pour souls. He was about to turn away when he glanced at the number plate. His heart stopped. Everything froze. He didn’t know where he found his voice from; “Stop the van stop the fucking van!” he yelled climbing over his band mates to the door before the van had stopped. “What the hell Deryck?”[/i] “Its my dads car its my dads car its him!” He yelled loudly again but this time quickly, panicked as he felt his chest tighten, everything seemed to be happening so slowly, he couldn’t get to him in time, he wasn’t going to make it. What if he didn’t make it? What would happen then? What would happen to Pete? What was he doing there anyway? There were so many questions that needed answers at the moment but he didn’t want them, he just wanted to get to that car. He needed to be there. Throwing the van door open he threw himself out on to the busy motorway. Someone grabbed the back of his hoodie, yelling at him to think about it, to be careful but Deryck didn’t hear it. All he was focused on was getting to that car. He ran across the next lane of traffic, horns blared but he ignored them, the next lane a driver swerved to miss him but only just. But still he kept going. Running he jumped over the crumple barrier and stopped looking at the wreck of the car. He couldn’t hear his band mates yelling at him, couldn’t hear anything. He didn’t know if the police where on their way or what was going on, that thought hadn’t entered his mind. “Dad!” He almost screamed as he reached the car and looked inside… The world hit the floor, Jared was in there…his brother was hurt…that was it everything else was pointless now. The gig they had just played, the laughing in the van. It meant nothing. Worst thing was…he couldn’t even yell… [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by Jared Wentz on May 27, 2007 19:02:11 GMT -5
[/b][/i] the man said, not realizing that Deryck's father and brother had been in the car. "It's not nice to see, c'mon,"[/i] the man added, as the police started blocking off the lanes to stop any more interferance. The roof of the car was already being removed, and the paramedics were waiting by to put the boy onto the stretcher to take him away as quickly as possible. Pete had already been put in an ambulance which had left instantly, and the woman was gone too. Jared had taken the full brunt of the collision as he had turned the steering wheel, but a little too late, so the car had collided mainly with his side. Pete had been thrown forward on impact and had been left with a few injuries, but the medics couldn't assess just how bad Jared was right now. Not too long later Jared had been removed from the car and was on the stretcher, a cervical collar had already been placed on him by the medic who had assessed him to begin with. He was still bleeding, and the medics were rushing about getting an oxygen mask for the teenager. It was only then a female medic stood over the stretcher, looking down at the boy before she looked around at the male medic, trying to remain calm yet there was obvious fright in her voice. "He's going into cardiac arrest!" the medic shouted. The male medic rushed over to the stretcher, and then looked around as more medics arrived. "We've got a Asystole!" The man shouted. The police officer turned to the boy again and tried to usher him away again, "c'mon son, better go."[/i][/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 27, 2007 19:25:00 GMT -5
[/b] He kept trying to yell but it never came out loud enough, never came out loud enough to get their attention. This was the scariest thing that had ever happened to him, this was scarier than his whole life put together. Why had Jared even been in the car with Pete, they hardly ever talked. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he yelled, tried to throw his band mates off him so he could get though the barrier and get to this brother. The police were telling them to go back to their cars but he wasn’t listening. He just kept trying, just kept yelling and eventually he was heard. A police officer was trying to talk to him, calm him down and hold him back as he fought to get to his brother; it was the only thing on his mind. He had to be there. He had to be by his side. He needed to let him know it was all right that he would be ok, that he would get better. Jared needed him and he wasn’t there beside him. “He needs me! I need to be there! Let me though! Let me through. Get out my fucking way!” He tried yelling but the police man was just trying to reason with him – not the best move with Deryck. His throat felt hoarse as tears burned his cheeks turning them a horrible red streaked mess and his eyes puffy. “Deryck, Deryck listen were going to go to the hospital ok, we’ll meet them there.” Ira tried reasoning with him but he still wasn’t listening, nothing was getting though that thick skull. Everything was still moving in slow motion, no one was doing anything fast enough to help his brother, no one was doing anything fast enough they were all moving too slowly. Then…everything went wrong even more if that was possible. Jared’s heart had stopped. Ira grabbed Deryck right away, stopping him from breaking though the police line and kicking the crap out of anyone who got in his way. “No! Jared!” He stated yelling again, trying to brake free of Iras grip, he had two people holding him back now, trying to wrestle the boy wriggling out there grasp in absolute hysterics. This wasn’t meant to be happening. This wasn’t meant to be happening. This was not meant to be happening to him! Not Jared not Pete too much had happened, too much was happening for this to land on them. He hoped, wished that when he looked again it wasn’t his brother dying on the tarmac, that it was someone who just looked like him, that his phone would ring and it would be Jared asking how the gig went…but it never happened. It would happen because that was Jared on the tarmac, that was him dying and along with it went Deryck. He was shaking now, he didn’t have energy left but still it kept coming from somewhere. Ira was yelling at him to calm down and Deryck was yelling at his brother to wake up. Screaming at him to get up, to stop this joke, maybe it was a prank it had to be a prank. “Jared get up!” He kept yelling over and over and over again, his voice strained, panicked and fearful. He couldn’t lose his brother. He couldn’t lose the only stability in his life. He couldn’t lose the only person who loved him unconditionally what ever he had done. [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by Jared Wentz on May 27, 2007 19:45:26 GMT -5
[/b][/i] the medic shouted, looking relieved. She was young, probably quite new at this all, and she looked pale and worried. It was obviously something she hadn't encountered before - a young teenager on the brink of death. The young blonde nurse - Cathy - felt so close to crying, but she knew she couldn't. She placed the oxygen mask over the boy's face and looked around at the scene before she made her way toward the ambulance, the gurney beside her as she ran toward it. She stopped for a second, hearing the shouts of the boy - she looked around to see a young teenager shouting, shouting the name of whoever it was on the stretcher. Cathy's heart suddenly fluttered, and she felt so sorry for the boy, so sorry that he was witnessing all this. "Cathy!" the man snapped, and she turned around and got into the ambulance. She couldn't stop thinking about the boy though, and she was away in her own little world. It only lasted a few seconds though, because they immedaitely got to work on the young boy in the ambulance. Cathy wasn't fazed by blood, but god, there was a lot of it... She looked up at the male medic and frowned. "We've got catastrophic injury - there's neck truama and serious head truama, we've got multiple body fractures and a lack of oxygen to the lungs,"[/i] the medic continued. "There may be internal damage,"[/i] the medic said, looking Jared over. "I don't know if he's going to make it..."[/i][/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 27, 2007 20:05:29 GMT -5
[/b] He said though tears his voice breaking, shaking as he tried to tell her what had happened. Tried to tell her what was going on and explain the sheer seriousness of the situation, though she knew from his voice that it was bad. Deryck had never been like this. He had never been this hysterical and distraught. “Mom…it…Jared…he’s not ok…there not ok.” She told her, trying to sound calm but failing spectacularly. Ira was still beside him, an arm round his shoulder to try and offer some form of comfort to the boy as he broke down, his mother now running wilding for her car dropping the car keys in the street and running back for them in tears herself. How had all this happened? Why was it them! Why! If they had been ten seconds later, if it hadn’t been that precise millisecond at that specific inch…then thing would have been different, then they would have been ok. What was more pressing on his mind as the call ended was why the hell the car had been on the wrong side of the carriageway? Pete was normally a good driver, he had been doing it for year it wasn’t a stupid mistake. For a moment Deryck couldn’t breath, panic gripping him, snatching his heart and soul, squeezing it so tight he was sure he was going to be the one to die. “Deryck, Deryck listen its ok, just breath ok.”[/i] He listened to the voice but couldn’t figure out who it was just now. Slowly ever so slowly he could feel it all coming back to him, the reality hit him, his brother was dying. He was…was he going to make it? Was he going to…the thought wasn’t worth thinking… [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by Jared Wentz on May 27, 2007 20:27:01 GMT -5
[/b][/i] George spluttered, leaning over the desk to the receptionist. This couldn't be happening to them, six months after they lost their best friend they were at the verge of losing another. George slammed his fist down on the desk and called for attention again, asking about Jared. They'd received a wild text from Ashlee and they'd raced to the hospital, which wasn't far from George's and Jared's apartment. George looked around at Kyan and Juan - both of them had the same worried, scared, frantic look across their face. The tell-all look that said everything - that said that tonight they felt they were going to lose someone again. Tonight was going to be a big mass of deja vu, and tears and pain and loss. Juan was the first one to resign himself to sitting in a seat, wondering if Deryck or Pete knew yet. It was only then that George was told that 'both Wentzs' were at the hospital. George glanced at Kyan, sharing the same worried glance that Deryck was in the hospital too. George finally sat down, on the verge of tears now. Jared... Jared had been the one who'd been beating himself up over the loss of Tom, and now this? George didn't even want to imagine what was going to happen, and he swallowed hard as a nurse came out. "Are you here for Jared Wentz and Peter Wentz?"[/i] she asked. George's heart leapt - so Deryck was okay? Did he know what had happened? What kind of state was he in if he did? George managed a feeble nod and the nurse looked at them sympatheticaly. "Are you his brothers?"[/i] she asked. Juan and Kyan shook their heads, but George nodded his. "Yeah, I'm... I'm his brother,"[/i] he lied, knowing he wouldn't get information otherwise. The nurse nodded and indicated that George needed to leave the other two in order to be told the information. George felt like he was stealing something away from Deryck right now, but he just had to know - he just had to. "Your father is going to be fine,"[/i] the nurse told him. "We're going to keep him in to monitor him for a bit... he may have concussion and a few broken bones,"[/i] she explained. "Your brother... he's in the ICU, we're doing our best,"[/i] she said, with a sad smile.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 27, 2007 20:48:32 GMT -5
[/b] He begged. The staff looked at him strangely before looking behind him, Deryck followed his eyes to the band behind him and his whole soul lurched. They didn’t need this; they didn’t need to lose another member. Deryck look at them horrified, automatically thinking the worse case scenario. Slowly this time, shaking he walked up to them and just looked at them. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good. Ira was beside him again, telling him not to go off on one. “Where’s Jared?” He asked him surprisingly quiet. He wanted to know so badly, yet at the same time was terrified of the answer he was scared of knowing the truth. It was horrible to see Deryck like this. The charismatic young bassist who less than an hour ago had been throwing marshmallows round a bus and throwing them out the windows while talking about the use of a penis in the snow when you’ve lost both your arms and legs and need to write ‘SOS.’ Now…where was that young man, all the attitude, the laugher and happiness he had felt was gone, wiped clean off the earth as they passed the crash, that charisma gone and replaced by the broken shell of a boy who was shaking like a leaf still and leaning on his best friend for support as he looked up at the older boys just begging for an answer. [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by Jared Wentz on May 27, 2007 21:01:23 GMT -5
[/b][/i] George explained. "Jared's in the ICU... they're 'doing their best',"[/i] George said, repeating what the nurse had said testily as he sat down. George knew only too well exactly what 'doing their best' ended up being. He shook his head and tried to stop himself from crying... Boys don't cry, he said to himself, but he couldn't stop himself. That was his best friend in there - someone close enough to him to be his brother. George's body shook with silent tears, his head in his hands. He looked up finally, looking at Deryck again. "I can't do this,"[/i] George said, Kyan put his arm around the teenger and he too buried his face in his shoulder. It was horrible how the unity really only began to show itself when times like this occured. "This is NOT happening!"[/i] George growled. It wasn't even confirmed that Jared wasn't going to make it, but George someone knew... he could feel it. The way the nurse spoke to him, the way she looked... it was now just a waiting game. It was a horrible waiting game for the confirmation that his friend was gone. George continued to try and stop the tears, but he couldn't do it, holding them back only made them come more fast and more furious. Juan had his head in his hands as well, yet he wasn't crying, just staring through his fingers at the floor in total disbelief. George was right - this must be some collective nightmare they were having. Deryck was Jared's brother by blood, but for the past six years Kyan, Juan and George had been Jared's brothers - they'd been there when Deryck hadn't, they'd been there when Deryck was destroying himself and unable to help his brother. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 27, 2007 21:15:14 GMT -5
[/b][/i] “Hope..”[/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by Jared Wentz on May 27, 2007 21:40:24 GMT -5
[/b][/i] Ashlee muttered, sitting back down in the seat next to George and crying. George looked around at the other people in the waiting room, people waiting for people with a lot less serious injuries. People with pitying eyes and curious minds, wondering what had happened and trying to piece together a story in their mind. Some people recognized Ashlee, but said nothing and didn't move, mostly out of respect - a woman crying was quite worrying and frightening too. As the door opened again and a nurse walked toward Ashlee and the band George looked up again, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Ashlee stand up. "Are they okay?"[/i] Ashlee asked, tears running down her cheeks. "Oh my God, please tell me their okay,"[/i] she said. The nurse put her hand softly on Ashlee's arm, telling her to calm down and try to breath. Ashlee looked a bit angry at being told this but she tried to calm down all the same. George swallowed and looked up at the nurse. "It's your son... Jared,"[/i] the nurse said, checking the clipboard. "He's in a critical condition... we're hoping for the best,"[/i] the nurse said, delicately. George knew the truth behind the words though... the words that attempted to soften the blow of 'he might not make it'.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 27, 2007 21:59:52 GMT -5
[/b][/i] Ira said calmly, trying to stay calm for the sake of Deryck. He was trying to stay calm and support the boy. “Lets go see your mom eh? She’ll be looking for you.”] Nodding ever so gently Deryck let Ira wrap and arm around him and lead him back, back down that long winding corridor. He was watching the people looking at him, looking at red tear stained cheeks and puffy raw eyes. Looking at him and wondering why he has just come out the chapel. There was something very ominous about the walk though to the waiting room, something unnerving and frightening about it. Deryck clutched on to Ira as they came out in to the open area. Deryck spotted his mother hugging George, he felt his heart sink. She looked so upset and torn apart. The whole family was. She was crying, that fearful look in her eyes and she looked at George. Deryck just walked over quietly sitting down, curling up and putting his head on Ira’s shoulder. He was the only one he had left now. Jared wasn’t here at the moment and his mother…well…she was upset enough without seeing him upset. A quiet sob in to his best friends shoulder, clutching on to his shirt with all his might. There was a murmur of ‘it will be ok’ from his band. InDie Disko surrounded their bassist, Rhys on the floor on his knees a hand on the young Bassists arm rubbing it gently. He didn’t want to look at his mother, he didn’t want her to see him reduced to curled up in a hospital crying on his best friends. He closed his eyes and he saw himself standing back there again, standing in the freeway, watching the jolt shock his brother’s body, watching the medics trying to resuscitate him and for a moment he had been dead on the tarmac. His brother had been dead. [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by Jared Wentz on May 28, 2007 12:47:18 GMT -5
[/b][/i] Cathy said to George and Kyan, the only two awake right now. "We're hoping for the best - he's not out of the woods yet,"[/i] Cathy said, looking tired. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Deryck Wentz on May 28, 2007 13:18:26 GMT -5
[/b][/i] He asked himself before realising he had said it out loud and looking at George before hanging his head and dropping it in to his hands. This was too much to take, too much to see Deryck in such a state it was also frightening to see Deryck in this state, he had never, ever seen him like this. He reached his mother and the nurse, looking at the both of them with a look of fear that Ashlee had never seen before. It was almost instinctive that his mother reached out and hugged her other son, thanking god he hadn’t been in that car along with her husband…or was that ex husband now and eldest son. “Mom…how….is he ok?” Deryck asked his voice quiet, broken and shaking, holding his head to shoulder she rocked him slightly as if he were a small child befor etleling him; “He’s stable hon, just keep hoping alright.”[/i] Deryck knew from that it was still bad, another wave of tears he choked on him, his fingers gripping on to the fabric of her shirt, mother and son left with nothing but hope. [/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by Jared Wentz on May 28, 2007 15:42:59 GMT -5
[/b][/i] George asked suddenly. "I want to see him..."[/i] George added, knowing that Deryck and Ashlee were probably feeling the same way. George looked at the nurse again, as if begging her to say yes in his mind. George knew what the answer was going to be though. "I don't think that's a good idea - he's in critical condition right now,"[/i] the nurse said, and then she looked at Ashlee. "You can see your husband, though,"[/i] she said with a smile. Ashlee looked too shocked to disagee with her, and just nodded and started to follow the nurse. Ashlee looked around at Deryck as she started walking. "Are you coming, hun?"[/i] Ashlee asked Deryck with a sad smile. [[Short. I give up, haha.]][/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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