Accepted (Peterick)

A Sad Song With Nothing To Say And A Hospital Stay

The next time I wake up, all the guys were in my room. The TV was on and it was also the only noise in the room besides the annoying beeping sound.

"Mmm." Subtle, but effective.

Everyone turned to me and when they realized that I was awake, they smiled.

"Hey," Pete took my hand.

"Hey." I weakly smiled at him.

"How're you feeling?" Andy sat at the end of my bed.

"Okay, I guess."

"Um, so you know the tour's officially canceled and you've got a ton of get-well-soon mail from fans." Andy handed me a bunch of letters, "there's more but these are some of yesterday's."

I took them and looked through them. "Aw, these are so sweet.." One had a cartoon drawing of me on it and it said 'I hope you're well soon'. What surprised me was that hardly any of them said that they wanted the tour to continue, they were completely focused on me getting better.

Pete smiled at me as I looked at the last one.

"What?" I laughed.

"You're acting more like yourself today."

"How long have I slept since I was last awake?"

"You were last awake two days ago."

The TV caught my attention right then when I heard my name. "What's this?"

Andy turned the volume up. A female reporter was speaking. "-was captured and is being held for Stump's identification. About a month ago, the lead singer of Fall Out Boy was shot and has been hospitalized since. Friends and family of Stump won't let any reporters inside the hospital and only stated that he's doing well and will be alright." The news story ended and switched to something else.

"Hey," Andy broke the new silence, "I'm going to go get some PlayStation games for us to pass the time."

"Okay," I grinned, glad that no one was going to talk about what the reporter had said.

"And I'll go get some good food," Joe spoke up. He probably didn't want to be a third wheel.

Pete and I nodded and the two left.

"You okay?" Pete asked.

"Yeah, why?"

He shrugged. "I'm worried about you, that's all."

I sighed and looked out the window.

"Hey," Pete sat in front of me. "You're alive. Patrick, that's a miracle. He could've shot you in the chest or head.."

"That's the thing Pete.." My voice was small and it cracked when I spoke. I was crying now. "I didn't.. want to survive it.."

"What?" Pete looked surprised and hurt at the same time.

"When I was laying there.. Bleeding and in pain.." I started crying and I couldn't finish what I was saying.

Pete shook his head. He was crying too. "Stop it, Patrick.." He hugged me and we cried for about ten minutes.

When we pulled apart, we were calmed down a bit.

"I'm glad I'm alive, Pete, I'm just saying I wouldn't be able to go through it again."

He nodded and was silent for awhile. "You were out when this happened but.." He smiled, "gay marriage was legalized throughout the U.S."

"You hinting at something?" I let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, I'm telling you that we can get married. Maybe not right now, but I definitely plan on it."

"Promise?"

His smile widened, "promise."