The Younger Blood Chronicles (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Seven: Doesn't It Feel Like Our Time Is Running Out?

*SUMMARY OF LAST CHAPTER*

Okay so basically what happened last chapter was Saint's all sad and depressed and doing bad things to himself because Bandit's still in the hospital. So Saint tries to kill himself and the last thing he hears is Pete calling out to him.

*SUMMARY OVER*

|| Pete Wentz || First Person ||

*BACK TO BEFORE PETE FOUND SAINT*

"He's slipping back to the way I was when I was his age, Meagan. And you know what I did wasn't good. I nearly killed myself." I bury my face in my hands remembering the time I overdosed on Atavan .

"Babe, I'm sure he'll be fine. He's going through a tough time with Bandit being in a coma and everything. I'm worried about him too, but if he says he's fine we need to believe him." Meagan wraps her hands around my stomach as I lean against the kitchen counter. I turn around in her arms and engulf her in a hug. Just for a moment, I feel like everything is okay. I pull back, and kiss my wife on the forehead. She plays with the hair at the back of my neck.

"Everything will be okay. It always turns out okay. You of all people know." Meagan mumbled against my chest as I pulled her back into me.

CRASH! What was that? I pull away from Meagan and walk to the bottom of the stairs.

"Saint? What happened? Are you okay?" I call hoping for a reply. Nothing. I fly up the stairs.

"Saint? Saint?" I push open my son's door. All I see is blood.

"SAINT! Oh my God! MEAGAN!" I rush over to where he's laying, and look at the lines that painted his arms. Fuck! I fumble for my phone. We're is that God damn thing? I look around in panic (at the disco) to find it hiding under Saint's blanket.

"Hello. 911. What's your emergency?"

"MY SON JUST TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF AND HE'S BLEEDING OUT ON THE FLOOR!" I scream into the receiver. I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest.

"MEAGAN! GET UP HERE NOW!" I can't breath. Oh god. I'm having a panic (at the disco) attack.

"Sir, sir, please calm down. We have your location. An ambulance is on it's way. Can you feel pulse?" Shit. I forgot I was still on the line. Meagan burst through the door.

"Pete? PETE! Pete back up. You're freaking out." Meagan pushes me aside. I can't think clearly. What if he dies? Oh God, what if he dies? He can't die. Where is that damn ambulance?

"Pete, I feel a pulse." Meagan exclaims as she's trying to get Saint to respond. All of a sudden, I hear sirens down the road. I run down the stairs, and sprint out the door.

"OVER HERE! OVER HERE!" I shout as the flashing lights turn into my driveway. I dash through the house back up to Saint's room with the paramedics on my tail. They push aside Meagan, and lift Saint onto the stretcher. That's when I loose it. I break down into hysterical cries as I sink into the corner of the room.

"Pete. Pete, come on. We have to follow the ambulance to the hospital." Meagan coaxed me into her arms. She drags me down stairs with tears falling down her face. She grabs her keys with one hand, holding me up with the other. I'm just a blubbering mess. I can't even walk. She pulls me into the car, and drives off following the ambulance. Oh God, what if I loose him? I can't loose him. I just can't. I curl my legs up into my chest as I stare out the window.

"Pete, calm down. Pete, look at me." Meagan pleads. I pull my head off my knees to look up at her.

"He's going to be okay. He has to be." She says as she grabs my hand. I try to get my breathing under control, but my sobbing takes over again as we turn into the hospital parking lot. We burst through the hospital doors, and chase down the stretcher as it flies through the hospital corridors. Finally, a doctor stopped us at a pair of double doors.

"I'm sorry. You can't go past these doors. Please go wait in the waiting room." He sends us an apologetic look as we sulk back to the waiting room. I collapse in a chair and pull Meagan close to me before we both break down in tears.

|| Bandit Way || First Person || (Plot twist, I know)

"Hey Bandit, right now would be a good time to wake up. I ran in to Pete and Meagan in the waiting room, and Saint's in the hospital. We don't know if he going to make it." The words reluctantly flow out of Dad's mouth. Saint's in the hospital? Oh my God. I hope he's okay. Dad reaches out and squeezed my hand. I try with all my might to squeeze back, hoping for something.

|| Gerard Way || First Person ||

I reach out and squeeze my daughter's hand hoping, and praying to what ever God is out there that I get something back. I wait, and suddenly I feel the faintest squeeze back.

"Oh my God. Bandit? Bandit? Can you hear me? If you can, squeeze my hand." I wait until feel the faintest squeeze.

"Oh my God, Bandit! Doctor! Doctor, she's waking up!" I yell not wanting to let go of my daughter's hand. Suddenly, a mass of doctors and nurses run into the room. I'm pulled away from Bandit as the doctors try to get more of a response from her. They're flashing a light in her eyes looking for a response, getting what they were looking for. She started blinking and moving her hands more. I inch closer trying to get a good look at what they're doing. Finally, they leave telling me that she suddenly blacks out again, call for help.

"Daddy? Is that you?"

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