Devastating Announcements

                                    

                                          
~Hope's POV~
                          
I can't believe how many people have commented on and reposted Andy's twitter and instagram announcements. 
                          
He posted a picture of all of the guys sitting in Ashley's hospital room with the caption saying, "Hey everyone. So, the past few days have been hell for everyone in the BVB family. We decided it's time you all know that Ashley isn't very well at the moment. He was in a horrible car accident and is currently in a coma. His condition has been everywhere, but the doctors have him stabilized now. We are all hoping for the best because there is a possibility he might not make it through this. So please, keep Ash in your thoughts. If we loose him, we lose a brother, a best friend, a role model, a saviour, a kind heart, and we loose someone who means the world to us. We will try and keep you updated on his condition. One more thing that needs to be said, due to this accident, we have decided as a whole to cancel the UK tour that is supposed to happen in a few weeks. It isn't a good time to leave the country with Ashley where he is. We will still be releasing the movie in 6 days and a few showings in LA will be done still, but the UK tour just can't happen right now. We thank you for your understanding and support through this all. Talk to you soon :) "
                          
So many people are commenting on how they are sad the tour is canceled, but we need to be here for our friend. They've all been so understanding. I haven't seen one negative comment on the posts. 
                          
That night, Andy and I are cuddling on the couch, blankets piled on top of us and hot chocolate sitting on the table.
                          
We are watching tv. Sort of. It's on the news, and we are just talking with the tv on in the background. That is until something catches our attention. 
                          
"The lead singer Andy Biersack of famous rock band, Black Veil Brides, sent out a tweet and an instagram post saying how their bassist, Ashley Purdy, is currently in a coma after a devastating car crash. He stated how their upcoming movie will still be released in 6 days, but their planned UK tour will be canceled until further notice. The post has hundreds of thousands of retweets and millions of comments between the two sites. The hashtag KeepFightingAshleyPurdy is trending worldwide and there is so much support going their way. What a fanbase!" 
                          
They did a news story on Ashley because of Andy's tweet and IG post... wow.
                          
"She's right. What a fanbase!" I mock Andy while still in shock.
                          
"I find that interesting. The news finally does a story about us when we are possibly about to loose someone. Not because we are releasing a movie, or because of a record we released being off the charts amazing. Ashley is dying and they laugh at the BVB Army for 'overreacting'. Fuck them!!" Andy shouts at nothing.
                          
"Calm down, Andy. And don't say that he's dying. He might not be. Andy, please. If you give up on him, you're giving up on your brother, your best friend, the guy who has gotten you through so much. You're giving up on hope. If you have no hope for him, what will the fans think? I know you sometimes don't care about their opinions, but you should right now. If you give up on Ashley, you're giving up on the entire BVB Army. He'll pull through, he'll make it. He has to." I can tell that my words made him rethink a few things.
                          
There is complete silence for a few minutes.
                          
"You're right, I'm sorry. I just don't know what to think anymore. Someone, somewhere, must really hate me because why else would so much shit be happening to me and the the ones I love?" I grab onto his arms and hold them down before he knocks something over or hurts himself by flailing. I see him wince a little as I hold his wrists. He didn't... did he?
                          
"Andy... why did you flinch when I grabbed your wrists?" I am hesitant to ask.
                          
"Hope, please don't be mad, I-"