Now I'm Just Numb

Chapter 2

Pete's pov

"Hay I'm going to grab a coffee, do you want one?" I ask Trick. He nods at me and I feel bad to leave him. He looks so, so....small.

Sure Patrick is short in height but he definitely has a larger than life personality. But now he just looks so lost.

I hope Elisa will be OK. Declans only a few months old, he needs both of them.

I come to the end of the hall and spot a self service coffee machine. I put in my money and wait for it to finish. I groan to myself as I see thick black sludge fall into the cup. Hopefully we can leave soon.

I mently curse as I pick up the scalding cups if 'coffee'. Slowly I walk back the way I came. I meet no one as its getting late.

Phew, not that I don't love fans but I can't really handle being recognised. At the end of the hall I spot Patrick talking to a doctor. Oh good, Elisa must be out of surgery.

What happens is like in slow motion.

Patrick is looking at the floor sadly and then he begins to fall. What the hell?! I drop the cups and sprint over to him, my blood runs cold.

But I'm too late and his head hits the floor with a sickening bang."Help!" I yell while scouping him up. This can't be happening, terror is engulfing me.

"Help!!" I yell louder again. But this time its a whirlwind.

Nursed and doctors run to me and shove Patrick's body onto a stretcher and leave.

One stays back to say something about letting me know when he's conscious but I don't fully register it. My head nods and I slump into a chair, frozen.

What do I do? Should I ring his parents? Should I tell Andy and Joe?

No, I don't trust myself to talk right now as I feel the lump in my throat.

My eyes start to water. What if I lose my best friend? He seemed fine before...well no physical injuries.

I sit there for another 20 minutes until a text from Joe grabs my attention.

-Hay, we've hit rush hour badly. It'll be a good while before it clears up, sorry dude. Try to keep Trick strong for us.

This hits my stomach. How can I keep Patrick strong when I'm a mess here waiting. My head starts to shake faster and faster until the same nurse comes over to me. She smiles and it looks genuine.

"Hello Sir, would you like to see Mr. Stump?" I nod stupidly with an open mouth. I feel some hope overtaking the terror.

I get up and follow as she leads me down some corridors. How big is this hospital? She stops at a door, opens it and gestures for me to go in. I do.

The scene is unsettling.

I sit by Patrick, he only has a drip in his arm but his face is off its normal tone. He's asleep right now but his expression is so sad. His brow furrows and unfurrows every few seconds. What did the doctor tell him?

"Is he OK?" I ask, when I see the nurse still by the door. She smiles again "Yes, he sustained some brushes and cuts but he hit his head pretty hard from that fall. We're going to keep him here for a day or two to make sure nothings bleeding internally."

She finishs with a matter of factly kind of tone. "So why did he fall or faint?" I inquire.

An expression of cluelessness comes over her face as she says " We're not completely sure, maybe it was the shock that hit him from the event."

"OK, thanks," I say as she walks out. I can't help but let out a sigh of relief, Patrick's not gonna die!!

I look around the room and a piece of scrunched up paper on his locker catches my eye. Quickly I pick it up and read it. Then I re-read it. And read it again.

Was Elisa serious. This is awful! No wonder Trick broke down (literally). How could she do this.

"Not happy," Rage fills me for some reason. If Elisa thinks he dosn't care about her well look at Patrick now! Shock more like heart break.

No diserves to be told that after something so scary as a car crash!

I'm about to ho look for Elisa's room when I hear Patrick cough. My head whips around to him. He's sweating and shaking.

"Don't... Elisa," is all he croaks out.