Concern - Rydon

Nerves constantly attacked young Ryan Ross’ stomach. As they were playing in less than half an hour, there was a big rush backstage to be ready for the show. Ryan waited anxiously for the bathroom to be vacated, shifting from one foot to the other and trying to settle his churning stomach. When the door finally opened, Ryan dashed straight in, leaving a bewildered Jon Walker in his wake, looking confused as the door closed in his face. The nausea quickly overcame the lead guitarist and he was sick.
Brendon Urie stood outside the bathroom door, after seeing his best friend dart inside.
“Ryan, are you okay?” Brendon asked, knocking on the door.
“What’s up?” Spencer Smith asked, sending Brendon a questioning glance.
“I think he’s throwing up,” Brendon said, a worried look plastered on his face. A toilet flushed and a tap ran from inside the bathroom.
“Again?” Spencer asked, and before Brendon could answer, the bathroom door opened and a pale-faced Ryan emerged.
“Are you okay?” Brendon asked.
“Yeah, just nervous,” Ryan mumbled sheepishly.
“Ry, you’re gonna get sick if you keep throwing up before shows. I mean, you’re already too skinny!” Brendon exclaimed.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Ryan reassured, smiling at Brendon’s uneasiness.
“Okay,” Brendon said suspiciously, giving in to Ryan’s plead.
“C’mon guys, hurry up, twenty minutes!” Jon called, sticking his head around the corner and straightening his shirt.

Twenty minutes later, the band was onstage and playing. The heat of the bright lights didn’t help Ryan’s slight dizziness as he played, trying to concentrate on getting the notes right. Time seemed to pass slower than ever as Ryan focused on his guitar and adding in the backup vocals, all the while trying not to let the heat and bright lights get to his overly sensitive head.
‘Maybe Brendon was right about me getting sick,’ Ryan thought, his head pounding to the rhythm of their music.
Although Ryan didn’t usually perspire this early onstage, he had a light layer of moisture covering his pale skin. His vision blurred slightly as Brendon started up his speech which always occurred before Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off. Ryan tried to focus his eyes on Brendon as the darker haired, younger boy walked towards him. He strained his ears to make Brendon’s dialogue clearly audible; the action making his head pulsate horribly and causing small black dots to appear in his line of vision as he struggled to keep himself upright and conscious. Brendon was less than a foot away before Ryan felt a strong nausea and his vision faded to black. The roar of the crowd went from near deafening to a soft whisper as his hearing was slowly dulled. His senses and consciousness quickly ebbed away as his knees gave out, causing the thin brunette to collapse to the cool stage floor, cries of worry filling the hall.

Ryan opened his eyes as soon as his body allowed it. Brendon was sitting nearby, wet cloth in hand.
“How are you feeling?” the vocalist asked, softly sweeping a loose strand of hair out of Ryan’s eyes.
“I feel fine, now,” Ryan said, managing to sit up. He then realised that he had fainted in the middle of the concert, “Bren, what happened?”
“Uh, you passed out,” Brendon said, frowning slightly at the awkward question. He placed a cool hand on Ryan’s forehead.
“Bren, I’m fine. No, I meant, what happened with the show? How long has it been?” Ryan asked, softly shaking off Brendon’s hand.
“Oh, well, we had to cancel the show because you were out for just over fifteen minutes, and you may not have been fit to play anymore when you woke up. The crowd was disappointed, but we gave them free merchandise and they were satisfied,” Brendon grinned.
“Oh, I see,” Ryan said, a saddened look flashing upon his face.
“What’s wrong?” Brendon’s kind nature didn’t miss a thing.
“Oh, nothing much, it’s just… I really wanted to play,” Ryan said shyly, making his best friend smile.
“You know, I haven’t gotten my kiss yet,” Brendon teased, as he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss upon Ryan’s thin, pale pink lips. As the darker haired boy drew away, Ryan draped his arms around the lead singer’s neck and pulled him in again, connecting their lips a second time.
“I really like you, Ryan. You have no idea how worried I was when you suddenly fainted,” Brendon whispered, a small crease of worry and pain forming between his eyebrows.
“I really like you too, Bren, and I’m really sorry for making you worry. Really, I am,” Ryan said sincerely, burying his face timidly in Brendon’s shirt.
“That’s okay,” Brendon forgave, drawing Ryan’s face out of his chest and sealing his words with a sweet kiss.