In Sickness and in Health ( Fall out boy )

Chapter 14

P.o.v Patrick

When we get back to the hotel, I still feel like total shit. Everyone tries to comfort me as I slowly walk in with Elisa by my side, but I can barely keep my eyes open without getting dizzy.

I push past them and lay down on my bed, passing out within a minute...

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P.o.v Joe

"So, what are we going to do about this whole tour?" I sigh, sitting on the couch next to Andy in the room.

"We should wait for Patrick to wake up, and then let's all talk and discuss what we're going to do. I think he'll still want to, you know how he feels about it." Pete replies with a smirk, leaning against one of the windows.

"There's no way he can go on like this, he might get worse if he's moving around all the time, let's just do what's best for him-" "Don't talk about him like he already has a deadline!" Pete interrupts furiously before I can finish.

"I'm just being realistic, Pete!" I shout back, forgetting that Patrick is sleeping right near us. 

"Just. Calm. Down. Now is not the time for us to turn on each other, not when he needs us the most. End of discussion, everyone get some sleep." Elisa orders sternly, leaving no room for an argument.

Pete looks angry as he storms to his bed, but stops. He glares at me then climbs into Patrick's bed, crossing his arms stubbornly as he lays down. 

I look to Andy and Elisa as I roll my eyes before I walk to my own bed- but I never fell asleep...

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P.o.v Patrick

I wake up at 11 AM and feel almost normal as I walk to the bathroom. I wash my face- my eyes dragged down by large bags -and take off my shirt to change into a new one.

It was then that I realized how much this is affecting me. Old bruises are beginning to fade, but newer ones leave dark, colored impressions on my skin, and I didn't even notice how much weight I lost.

I take a deep breath and quickly pull on a clean shirt, replacing my jeans as well and walking out to find everyone sitting on either the couch or at the kitchen table, Pete and Joe on their phones drinking coffee while Andy and Elisa talk quietly.

When I come closer they all look up simultaneously. "Morning," I say, and sit down next to Elisa, putting my hand on her knee. She looks distant even though she squeezes my hand with hers. 

I don't question it, and accept the peaceful atmosphere- until Pete speaks up.

"I know you probably don't want to talk about this," Pete starts awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "But we need to give the fans an answer. They haven't heard from us, and we need to give them something. Patrick, it's ok if we can't continue the tour, it's all up to you." He finishes, and all eyes are suddenly on me again.

I take a deep breath and think, considering what I would be able to handle and what would happen if I was doing treatment and the tour at the same time. But then again, the answer is simple and doesn't require much thought:

"I want to do the shows."