Hush Little Baby ~ India

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He told his big brother, the teddy sitting on the bed side table was Deryck’s, it was a normal teddy bear but it was wearing Jared’s sunglasses he had put them on as a joke years ago but they had stayed on. Deryck couldn’t bring himself to take them off.

He yawned closing his eyes as he sat there, head on the bed in a rather uncomfortable position, he was tired but he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t close his eyes without being haunted. He never would be able to.
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[India Beckett]

India had found out about the accident - nearly everyone in the world had - by media coverage. It was all over the news, all over the internet, and it was always the same story, over and over. India hadn't spoken to the press, not like she'd be much help; she had no idea what was going on, or anyone's condition. So, she was finally going to the hospital to visit, though why she'd delayed it, she didn't know. She'd found out about it almost as soon as it had happened, but all she'd heard was 'the Wentz family', she'd never figured out whom it had happened to. She'd felt numb, because her lack of knowing worried her. She didn't know if it was Jared, Deryck, Pete, or Ashlee. Since Deryck hadn't gotten in contact with her, she'd assumed it was Deryck. And she hadn't wanted to see him, not right away; it'd been painful enough to watch him slowly kill himself, but to be involved in an accident, too? However, today, it was found out who was actually involved; Pete and Jared. But now, she was tired of avoiding them, she felt like she needed to be there. After she'd found out, she'd left the apartment, giving her cat food and water, but not bothering to even turn anything off, even thoughs she may be gone for awhile. You couldn't run from a problem, and even though she wasn't related to Deryck nor Jared, they were still like siblings. Jared, the obnoxious one who always teased you, and Deryck, the younger one that made a bunch of mistakes that you helped clean up. She still loved him, in a brotherly sort of way, but she was really reaching her limit with all the partying and other stuff he was doing. She didn't drink as much as he did, only the occasional night out. Still, she wouldn't try to stop him, but she just hoped he had enough sense to stay away from alcohol during this. It was unlikely, but she hoped nonetheless. India walked timidly around the hospital, her heart racing. She hated hospitals; they reminded her too much of all the dark things that went on in the world. Accidents, death, it all happened. There was joy too, such as births, but that was about it. It smelled clean, but sickly too, a bad combination. She looked around, having gone to the ICU unit when she'd inquired downstairs about where Jared was. She walked up to the desk, hating this floor more then anything. She didn't understand how people could work this floor; she couldn't do it, she couldn't go around with a bright smile on her face for her patients even though they may be close to dying. She wasn't that strong, but apparently some people were. "Um, yes, I'm, uh, here to see Jared Wentz?" she said softly. The nurse looked her over, then smiled warmly. "Come with me," she said. She picked up a clipboard and walked down the hallway, stopping at doors occasionally to peek in. India felt out of place, but she tried to stay as cool as possible. Soon, though, the nurse was walking into a room, motioning for her to follow. She sucked in a breath, hesitating slightly at the door, and the smile on the nurse's face from earlier had vanished, replaced with a look of cool professionalism. India followed her after a moment, trying to brace herself for what she was about to see. It was horrible. All around the room, machines were giving off different readings, all of which she didn't know, and an IV was placed near the bed. Jared himself looked horrible, and she bit on her lip, trying not to cry. She had to stay strong, right? There was an empty chair in the corner, and she pulled it up and set it beside Deryck. She didn't say anything; words probably weren't appropriate for the situation, anyway. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Deryck, hugging him tightly.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He murmured slightly sniffling as he dropped his head on to her shoulders. God he was tried, so tired and it showed in every way, his hair was messy and all over the place as if he had been dragged though several bushes back wards then gone for a swim in Biscayne Bay. closing his eyes he felt faint, he hadn't eaten hadn't moved really from this spot - he couldn't bring himself too. "You ok?" He asked her looking up at her from her shoulder though tired hazel eyes.
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[India Beckett]

India didn't look at Jared's face, instead she focused on the blanket covering his legs. It was white, and very plain. The room wasn't very colorful, except for the bouquet of flowers setting atop a night table. The rest of the room was depressing; the silver machinery, the whiteness of the walls, ceiling, and floor. The bed sheets were all white, too. It was beginning to bug her, it made her feel as if she should've brought something - anything - to make it a bit better. However, the current situation really couldn't be improved upon, not until Jared got better. In her eyes, there was no 'unless', there was only an 'until'. She didn't want to go around thinking 'unless Jared died' or anything like that; it'd put her in the wrong state of mind, and he was a fighter. He wouldn't give up that easily, not ever. "I'm fine, Deryck, I'm fine," she said, straining to keep her voice from breaking. She didn't need to break down again; she'd done that when she first heard about it, locking herself in her room and just throwing things around. She didn't just break down and cry; she picked things up and threw them in wild hysteria. It was just her way, and after her entire bedroom had been tossed around wild hysteria. It was her way of dealing, and after he entire bedroom had been thrown around (everything she could pick up anyway), she hadn't felt any better, and she'd just sat on the floor and cried some more. Then, after some of that, she'd slept, and then here she was. She wanted to know what happened, but she didn't want to ask Deryck, in fear it'd make him feel worse. She didn't know who she could ask; maybe Deryck would just tell her, or maybe she wouldn't really find out at all. The only things she really knew was that Jared had been involved, as did Pete, but Jared got the brunt of it. She had no idea why this had to happen. Why Jared? Why did it have to happen to him? She knew what had happened in December, though she never talked about it, mostly out of respect of Jared and his band. Yet here Jared was, lying in bed while his band, family members, and friends fretted around, hoping for the best. Life wasn't fair, but sometimes it was just downright cruel.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He said shaking slightly as he sniffed, he kept his head where it was, it was just to comfy to move and after sleeping two nights in a chair he didn't give a toss how it looked. He just wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to leave Jared either.

He looked at his brother and the smile died instantly. Taking a deep breath he sniffled and rubbed his eyes again still his head not moving from India's shoulder. "He's stable now...but they said theres a chance he could get worse again." Deryck told her quietly he sounded upset and fearful but he wasn't crying, judging by the state of him thats all he had been doing for the last two days. He shifted slightly yawning and making himself more comfortable on India's shoulders. "You missed Dad, I made him take Mum a walk to try and calm her down and make her feel a bit better." Of course Deryck was trying to make everyone feel better beside himself. He wasn't leaving this bedside until he was out of the woods and he was completely and utterly safe. He would not be leaving until he was ok. The thought of it was imposable.

"Dads ok, broken bone, cuts and bruises. Jared took the worst of it though." India was around the only one he didn't mind talking to about it, the press were going insane when the news broken there had been reporters in the waiting area and security standing outside throwing them out and stopping anymore getting in. There had been stuff all over the internet too apparently and it had hit the national gossip magazines.

Deryck had found himself wondering what was going to happen to his father? The police had been to see him, they were investigating the accident. Deryck knew his father was in trouble, the best they could hope for was for him to lose his license the worst...well he could go to jail.
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[India Beckett]

India didn't answer when he thanked her for coming. She knew she should be here; Deryck needed her, and she wanted to know how Jared was doing. She'd rather be anywhere else but in a hospital right now, though. Truth be told, she'd be happy if Jared somehow sprang up from the bed and announced it all a joke, even though it'd be cruel, he'd still be okay. But, from the looks of it, that wasn't going to happen. "I'm sorry, Derry," India said quietly. It was so simple, yet it held so much meaning. She was sorry. Sorry it happened, and sorry she wasn't here earlier. Earlier, though, she'd been a wreck, and wouldn't have been any real comfort for Deryck at all. But right now, the sadness in her was numbed, and the only thing she felt was the need to protect and comfort Deryck. She didn't care how it looked to anyone if they walked in; India wasn't going to say 'oh you can't rest your head on my shoulder, someone may take it the wrong way'. He looked worn out, and apparently her shoulder was more comfortable then the hospital chairs. "So Pete's okay," she said, the disapproval accidently slipping into her tone. It wasn't a question, more like a statement. She didn't want Pete to be hurt, but Jared didn't deserve it either. It made her a bit mad, though, that here Jared was in ICU, hardly stable, and Pete was out with Ashlee somewhere. It didn't quite make sense to India, but she didn't say anything. "He'll be okay," she said, more to herself then to Deryck.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] Truthfully he was worried about his father to, he was constantly on the look out for any signs that his father was over medicating again. Any sign what so ever that sparked danger, after all he was in a fragile enough state as it was before the crash. Now with this god knows what he was capable of doing.

Deryck was trying his best to keep himself together for the sake of his family and most importantly his brother. In between keeping a vigilant eye on his father he was trying to hold his mothers spirits up as well, she was devastated beyond words and still hysterical half the time, constantly in tears and silently begging god to give her son back. While he was doing that he was trying to keep himself together for the sake of his brother, all of this had taken its tole on him. He was tired, eyes half shut on India's shoulder as he looked at his brother. "...I'll make sure there all ok though." That was the role he wanted to play, he wanted the be their rock, they had always been there for him, everyone had always been the one to help him, so since when had he ever done anything to help his family. Now was the time to be completely selfless. Now he was going to look after them.
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[India Beckett]

India bit her lip. She'd forgotten how emotional Pete could be, especially when bad things happened. She hoped he didn't do anything irresponsible, not after all this. But, Pete's never been good at rationalizing. India hadn't really been around Pete when was in a 'mood', but she knew he took medication for depression and all that stuff, and that he's been doing that for years, before Jared was born. She knew this situation was less then ideal for Pete and his condition. Now, she guessed, Pete would do anything. Even over medicate himself, just to feel better. India didn't take any type of drug, anti-depressants or otherwise, but when she was upset sometimes she drank. More often then not it was bad, but she didn't always use it to solve her problems. She wasn't that stupid. "Good," she said in response to him saying he'll take care of everyone. She doubted he could do it, but she might as well not burst his bubble. After all, he could surprise her and everyone else.

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] Before yawning again.
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