Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 13

Joe's POV:

That night I got woken up by Patrick screaming. I wasn't scared of him anymore. I actually felt for the guy. I got up and I walked over to his room. He was crying and writhing under his sheets.

'No, dad please no' he cried.

I got up to him and shook him, waking him up. He gasped and he looked at me.

'I, i am s-sorry' he apologised.

'Nothing to be sorry about kid!' I assured him.

'Wait a minute' I told him as I hurried up to my room, I grabbed my guitar and went back to his room. Patrick sat up in his bed hugging his knees . I sat down agains the wall and I started strumming. Patrick layed down and he closed his eyes. Not a word was spoken between us. Just the sound of my guitar filling the room. I played softly since it was 4 at night.

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'Joe, Joe wake up' a voice whispered. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the person in front of me, it was Pete.

I looked at down and I saw my guitar was on my lap. I stretched my back and it ached. I looked around and noticed I was not in my room. Then I remembered.

He held out his hand and he pulled me up and led me out of the room. I looked back and I saw that Patrick was peacefully sleeping.

We went into our room and we both sat down.

'What were you doing in Patricks room?' Pete questioned.

I told him about what happened last night. How Patrick came into my room and I played for him and that he fell asleep. And about his night terror and how I thought it was a good idea to play him some music to help him fall alseep. I must have fallen asleep myself.

'Thats really sweet of you Joe' he smiled and I actually felt a bit proud. I helped someone. I did something good.

'Where did you get that from' Pete asked as he pointed at the painting above my desk.

'Gerard gave it to me' I smiled.

'Ahh thats so sweet. Joe I'm really proud of you, you know that. Man you made a lot of progress. Two weeks ago you wouldn't even come out of your room and look at you now' he hugged me.

He was right, I made some progress. I even wasn't that busy with me OCD that much. The germ thing has gone away a bit. It's still there but I can manage it. Now I think of it I dont wash my hands that often anymore. I looked at my hands and they were less red. I always washed them under really hot water because I thought that would kill the germs better. I didn't care that it hurt. I just had to be germ free.
Yeah I was proud of myself.

'Joe I got a surprise for you, I'll pick you up from your room around three, okay?' Pete told me and he smiled.

'What is it?, you've done too much for me already'

'You deserve it Joe, and if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise anymore, would it?' He said, he ruffled my hair and left.

What could this surprise be?'