***TOPPATDBVBMCRtrash has married this book. But I am sad to announce you may not like the outcome at the end and may want a divorce. Don't hate me I love you

But a WARNING to some people. It gets a little...I don't wanna say "intense" but kinda intense. And another thing....I don't MEAN to be evil. It just happens. I love you guys, don't hate me..***

~Brendon's Point of View~

It had been probably about a half an hour of me sitting on the floor across from the room Hannah was in. The doctor and the nurses were still in there, doing who knows what to her. One of the nurses actually poked her head out of the door to inform me that they might have to take her to ICU if things weren't looking up. I was worried. No. Scratch that. I was terrified. I can't handle Hannah being like this any longer. I just needed to know if she would be okay. I just needed to go home and relax with her by my side and Melody in my arms.

"Brendon!" I flinched at the sudden sound of my name. Looking up from my gaze from Melody, there was Ryan standing right in front of me. Trying my best to smile, I lifted her up towards him whom was as cheery as ever to see his niece. "She's beautiful." He says, taking her into his own arms. It was definitely a relief to hand her off, for my arms were growing extremely tired from holding her nonstop the past two days.

"Thank you." I mumbled, trying to hold in any potential tears wanting to run down my cheeks. Taking a deep breath, I look down at my lap and didn't know what to do with my hands. I had been holding Melody for so long, I now felt empty without her in my arms.

"What's her name?" He asks, slowly sitting down by my side on the floor. He kept mumbling little hellos to her.

"Melody Rose." I looked at her in Ryan's arms. She had stopped crying, now examining his face. Her eyes were wide with curiosity. And I don't think I've ever seen Ryan smiling this much before. He was probably the happiest he's ever been.

"Dude you okay?" Ryan took his gaze away from her and to me. His smile faded, and concern spread across his face. "You're crying. Is Hannah okay?"

And it was at that point where I broke. Every last emotion I had been holding in, was released. Tears fell down my face, I could feel my eyes getting puffy, and gross sobs escaped my mouth. Never did I think things would turn out to be this way. Never did I think I'd be sitting on the cold hard floor of a hospital crying my eyes out, wondering if Hannah would be alright.

"Hey." Ryan put his free arm around my shoulder and rubbed my arm slightly. "Tell me what happened. Is everything okay?" I could hear the panic rise in his voice.

It took me quite awhile to calm down enough to even get any words out. But Ryan was patient with me. Something that he never used to do.

"She's been in a stressful mood for weeks. A few days ago it got really bad." I wiped at my cheeks which were probably as red as a tomato right now from crying. "After Melody was born, she seemed fine. For a few hours anyway. And all of a sudden, she snapped." My throat started to close from getting choked up again. I hated being this weak. "She refused any interaction with anyone. Even me and the baby. She... She had one of her anxiety attacks, but this time it seemed worse than how they used to be. And now they say that they might have to take her to ICU. So honestly I don't know if she's okay." I bury my face into my knees and more sobs escaped me.

"Brendon," he removed his arm from my shoulder and shifted his body so that he was in front of me instead of by my side. "Hannah is one of the strongest people I know. She'll pull through. I promise."

"Yeah. You're right." She'll pull through. She always does. There's nothing for me to worry about.

"You look like death, Bren." Ryan says. "You haven't gotten any sleep, have you?" Now that I thought about it, the only sleep I got was probably that two hour nap before Hannah had her anxiety attack.

I shook my head in response to his question. I was exhausted.

"Why don't you go home, and sleep for a few hours?" He looked down at Melody whom was reaching up at his face.

"No." I couldn't bring myself to do anything of the sort. "I can't leave. I can't leave Hannah. Or Melody. What if something happens and I'm not here?"

"I'll call you right away if something does happen. And I've got Melody." He replies. There was a look of concern from him, but he smiled slightly, making this less convincing.

Before I even had any time to argue with him, the door in front of us swung open. My hear skipped a beat as I shot up from the ground and bolted over to the door. The nurses and the doctor were wheeling Hannah out of the room with machines hooked up to her body. I got a glance at her before they all blocked my way, running down the hall. She was still shaking, her face had turned a very bright shade of pink and she had a look of pure terror in her eyes. It was the complete opposite of how she looked at me earlier. And it made my heart sink down into my stomach.

"What the hell is going on?!" I begin running by the doctors side, but she didn't answer me. It was as if she was ignoring me. "Doctor!" I grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to a stop. "Tell me what's happening to my wife!"

I was a mess, tears still streaming down my cheeks. She looked at me for a moment before she spoke.

"We're taking her to ICU." She explained. That part I could already tell was obvious. "Her anxiety attacks had caused her to go into an unconscious state, in which is resulting in violent muscle contractions. In other words, severe seizures one after another."

Hannah was...having seizures? No. She's fine. She's got to be. This is all a dream. Right, I'm dreaming.

"Mr.Urie, I've got to go." She attempts to get out the grip I had on her arm, but I felt frozen in place. "Mr.Urie! If you could please release your hold on my arm then I can get to your wife quicker!" And instantly, my hand loosened its grip on her. She ran off towards the ICU area.

I wanted to follow. I wanted to know what they were gonna do. I wanted to see Hannah. But I couldn't bring myself to. Seeing her like this might just fuck my mind up even more so than it already was.

Pushing the thoughts aside, and the doctor still in my sights, I rush down the hallway after her. I promised Hannah I would be there for her, and I wasn't about to break that promise.

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Probably about an hour and a half had passed before the doctor said that she had calmed down and let me into the room with her. And as soon as I got the chance to, I was by her side. I took her cold hand in mine, and I cried even more.

Ryan had came to tell me he was going to take Melody back to his house and that he would take care of her. I had insisted that she stay with me, but Ryan thought it best that my full attention was on Hannah. He wanted to leave as quickly as he could, for seeing Hannah like this would break him more than it was me.

I don't know how long I was sitting there, gripping her hand tight and refusing to let go. Twenty minutes? An hour? Two? I wasn't sure. All I know was that I was by her side. Though she had opened her eyes a few times, and each time she had been unresponsive to me. Her breathing was still heavy and her heart rate was faster than it should be.

"Bear..." Her voice filled the empty room and I lifted my head up to see her looking over at me. A smile crept across my face, as I couldn't contain my happiness. Still holding her hand in mine, I quickly stand up and lean over her, caressing her cheek with my other hand before I placed my lips on hers. Its was faint and weak, but she was trying to kiss back.

"I love you." I sat back down in the chair, pulling it closer. "And I promise you everything is going to be okay."

"I love you too." Hannah tried her best to smile back at me. She was exhausted. "Time can never break your heart...but it'll take the pain away." Those were her final words as she closed her eyes and her body went limp.