Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 8

Pete's POV:

Patrick was taking a long time in his bathroom which had me worried. I knocked on the door but got no response. My heart just stopped for a moment.

I opened the door and I searched for Patrick, I couldn't see him so I started to panic. Yelling his name a couple of times. I went in and I saw he was sitting behind the door. His head on his knees and his face down. I heard him sniffle.

'Patrick?' I said but got no response. I crouched infront of him and placed my hand on his leg to get his attention.

His head darted up and I saw trailes of tears on his cheeck and fresh tears rolling down on them. His eyes were red and he looked scared.

'Patrick, what's wrong?'

'I, i can't do this anymore' he barerly spoke and he cried even harder.

I engulved him in my arms and hugged him tight. I couldn't tell him everything would be okay, that things would get better, cause honestly I didn't know.

I helped him up and I helped him clean up. We exited the bathroom and I wanted to take him out of his room to have lunch but when we got to the door he stopped.

'I-i rather stay h-here' he stuttered as he avoided eyecontact.

'But you have to eat'

'I'm n-not hungry' I tried to get him out of his room with no avail. He wasn't going to get out of his room and I finally gave up. He sat down on his bed and I looked at him once more. He gave me a small smile and i smiled back. I closed the door and went to the breakroom.

As I entered the breakroom I saw Stacey was having a sandwich. I sat across the table and she looked at me.

'So how is your first day" she asked seeming honestly interested.

'Tough but it's okay' I smiled.

I looked at her neck which had a scarf around it and I couldn't stop wondering what was underneath it. It had to do something with Patrick but I didn't know what.

'Stacey, what did Patrick do to you?' I asked cautiously.

'Well, he had that episode last night and I went in and I wanted to help him. But Vaughn was taking over. He was 'protecting' Patrick, not sure if protecting is the right word for it. Patrick, well Vaughn grabbed me by my neck and started choking me till I nearly passed out, but the other nurses came in on time' she told me like it was nothing. Something that happened daily.

'But aren't you scared of him, I know I am and he hasn't done anything to me..... yet' I questioned.

'A bit, but I'm not scared of Patrick. Patrick is really the sweetest person I've ever met. Which makes it so hard to believe he did such a horrible thing to his parents. Vaughn is what I'm scared of. He's like this defencemeganism of Patrick. Something he probably subconsiously created after that night. But Vaughn is evil and he's taking over bit by bit. Patrick hates him, hates him with all his guts but Vaughn became a part of him. Something he can't be parted with. But Vaughn does more wrong to Patrick than right.' She explained to me and I nodded.

I wanted to help Patrick so bad but I just didn't know how...