Dick Pics (Peterick)

thirteen

"Hey, Patrick," Pete's voice is rough, like he hasn't spoken in the last few days. Which he hasn't. He's sat in the same chair in Patrick's room, hand in hand with Patrick, just watching and waiting for something to happen. "I, uh, this might be the last time I get to talk to you. The doctor said the longest someone has been without a feeding tube in his care is fifteen days,"

Pete stops for a second, fearing that he might cry. He's cried enough in the past two months. He needs to be strong for Patrick now.

"It's, uh, day thirteen. He said it could be any minute now. I just want to say one more time that I love you so fucking much. You are my best friend and my rock, and I don't know what I'm going to do without you," Pete continues, dropping his head. He's so tired. Done with everything.

The monitor is slowing down as Pete talks. The doctors have told him so that he knows when Patrick is getting close. This is it. The end of it all. The end of Pete's fucking life.

"Don't ever doubt that I love you, okay? I'm in love with you, and I'm sorry that I didn't prove it to you when I had the chance," Pete's attempts not to cry are broken when a loud, continuous beep is the only sound in the room besides Pete sobbing.

His heart is pounding through his chest, his head matching. He can't think straight. [or gay either so pls don't joke this is so sad holy shit]

His mind is a jungle of:

'He's gone. The love of my life is gone,'

'He's in a better place. This is good,'

'This is your fault, you fucking idiot,'

And maybe it is his fault. Maybe things would be different. Maybe they are somewhere else, in an alternative universe.

But here, Pete has just lost his one and only Patrick. For good.

I hate this fucking story dammit. there will probably be a few more chapters, but no plot twists in this. Patrick is dead.

I know you're crying. I'd just like to let you know that I also cried.