It was Monday and the band and I had rehearsals.

I packed what I needed after I had eaten and was dressed, I headed to the small venue we used for rehearsals.

I got there, being fifteen minutes late, got my things out of the trunk of my car and entered the building, walking quickly.

I got the rehearsal area and appologised for being late.

"It's cool, man. We were just talking about the tour coming up." Ashley told me.

Oh shit...

"The tour? I totally forgot about that." I sighed.

"Well you'd better start remembering, because it's next week." Jinxx said.

"What?!" I shouted. "Why did no one tell me?!"

"We told you a month ago, Andy." Jake replied, getting nods of confirmation from the other four band members.

"Although, saying that, it was the day before you went to the hospital." Ash sighed.

"Why haven'y we been rehearsing?" I asked, getting frustrated.

"We have. You've been busy either sleeping or at the hospital." CC pointed out.

"For fuck's sake..." I growled.

I threw my shit down on the floor and ran my hands down my face, rubbing my eyes.

"You need to let her go, Andy..." Ash sighed.

I looked up at him, angrily.

"She's gone. She's not going to wake up any time soon." He finished.

"Yes she is. She will wake up." I retorted.

"I doubt it Andy. It's been two years." Jake said.

"Fuck off. Fuck all of you. You don't know that. She has to wake up. She's been strong enough to stay alive for this long, she'll wake up." I panted, getting out of breath with how much energy I was using to express my words.

"You at least need to stop going to the hospital. It's not helping your depression one bit." CC said, coming over to me.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a sympathetic look.

I pushed his hand away and shoved him back, making him stumble.

"Don't fucking touch me. You don't know anything, any of you. Going to the hospital every week gives me peace of fucking mind. That way, I know she's still here and I know that she's still alive. After all, it's my fucking fault she's there in the first place." I snapped.

"Dude, calm down. We're trying to help you." Ash said, holding his hands out as he came towards me.

"Yeah, well you're fucking failing."

"Ok, ok." Jinxx said. "Let's stop this. Andy, go home. Revise your lyrics, we'll practice here like we normally do when you sleep through the time we have."

"I don't fucking mean to." I mumbled.

"Yeah, we know. Just go home." He said.

I picked my shit up and stormed out of the building, back to my car.

I then went straight to the hospital.

~~~~

"Hey Quinn." I sighed, sitting down in the usual seat.

"Andy?" I heard Fluer's voice.

She came round a corner and smiled at me.

"What are you doing here? It's not Saturday." She asked.

"I know. I had an argument with my band and I needed to talk to Quinn about it." I explained.

She nodded.

"Ok. Try not to be too long. All this time here isn't good for you. I'll leave you alone."

"I won't. And thanks." I replied.

Fluer smiled and left.

I turned back to Quinn and held her hand.

"The band don't think I should keep coming here. They don't think it's doing me any good. They think it's just making my depression worse. It's not. It's just not. It makes me feel slightly better coming to visit you all these times. I can vent to you. I can still see how beautiful you are. You're my sleeping beauty." I chuckled, sadly. "I love you, Quinn."