In Sickness and in Health ( Fall out boy )

Chapter 7

P.o.v Patrick

It's overwhelming, having the guys surround me after being told that I am basically going to die.

I don't know how long we stay like that, but finally there is a knock on the door, and my doctor is back. He gives us a weak smile, and sits in the chair across from me.

"I assume Patrick has told you of the situation... There is one last test I need to conduct called a bone marrow biopsy. I will be getting a sample from your pelvis, and as a little warning- it can be pretty painful." He explains.

I swallow hard- I don't do well with needles. Once I nod he tells the guys they can stay, and asks me to remove my shirt and to lay down on the bed while he gets the things he needs.

I take a deep breath when he closes the door and take off my shirt like he said. "Can you guys not be so silent it's making me nervous," I try and joke, laying down on my stomach.

"Jesus." Pete blurts out after seeing the extent of the bruises that blanket me. "Sorry, just... Taking it in," Pete adds immediately, sitting in the extra chair by my head.

I jump slightly when the door opens, and the doctor comes in, setting up a little table next to the end of the bed, "I'm just going to administer Novocaine so it numbs the area," he announces before the awful pinch of the needle breaches my back.

I suck in a breath and bite my lip, burying my head into my arms. Once he finishes that, we wait about ten minutes and small talk makes the atmosphere of the room even more awkward and tense.

I hear packages being opened as he prepares whatever needle is next, and I don't even have to look to know its bad because Pete grabs my wrist, staring at whatever's in the doctors hands.

It doesn't feel like much as it goes in, but as he's taking the sample it hurts like hell- I couldn't even imagine what this would feel without the Novocaine.

I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath. A single tear escapes my eye and trickles down my cheek. It feels like hours before he removes the needle and puts gauze over the small hole, telling me it's ok to sit up.

I feel dizzy as I do so from squeezing my eyes shut for so long, but I still listen intently to what the doctor says, "I should have the results by tomorrow, but make an appointment for two and come in so we can discuss treatment options." He gives me a smile and leaves as I put back on my shirt.

It's odd without the guys making stupid jokes and laughing as we walk towards the exit, and it's just as silent as we drive to the hotel rooms that Joe rented out for us. 

Now I have to call Elisa.