Accepted (Peterick)

Weeks, Tons Of Time, Continuing The Dream

Author's Note
The photo with this chapter is were Patrick was shot (roughly)

Several weeks have passed since Pete promised to marry me. It wasn't a proposal but it sure got me in a good mood like one.

Andy and Joe haven't been in to see me in a couple of days. That's okay, because Pete's been practically living here with me. Right now, he was sitting in the chair next to my bed with his head on my shoulder.

"Hello, Patrick," the male nurse, who's seen my ass from the first time my bandages were changed, came in.

"Hi."

"I'm just doing a check up and you should be able to go home today."

"Really?!" I sat up and made Pete jump up, startled.

"Yes," he laughed.

"What?" Pete asked.

"I can go home today," I grinned at him.

He smiled back, "that's great!"

"Yes, after his check up. Mr..?" He looked at Pete.

"Pete Wentz," Pete laughed. He's not used to people not recognizing him.

"Right, Mr. Wentz, would you mind leaving for a few minutes?"

Pete looked at me and shrugged, "okay.." He got up and left.

"Alright, Patrick, can you lay on your side?"

I rolled onto my left side and tried not to feel self conscious. He was most likely going to see my ass again.

He pulled my shirt up and then the waistband of my hospital pants down a little. I knew my face was going to be red. Hopefully he wouldn't notice my blush.

He peeled the front bandage off a little and looked at my scar. His cold finger lightly touched it. "Any pain?"

"No," I said maybe little too quickly.

He nodded and laid the bandage back. Then he lifted the bandage on my back. Like with the first scar, he touched it lightly. I was nervous. What if he was a perv and touched me? My ass was definitely showing..

"Any pain here?"

"N-no." I tried not to let my voice crack.

He stopped and covered me back up. "Okay, you're good to go. Check out when you're ready and if you have any questions or concerns, a doctor will be by at any moment. Don't be afraid to come back if you're experiencing any pain."

"Okay, thanks."

He nodded and left. A few moments later, Pete came back in. "You okay?"

"Yep." I smiled at him.

He helped me up and a doctor came in. "Ah, Mr. Stump.  How're you feeling?"

"Better. And thanks."

He smiled. "Yes, well, I'm glad you're okay. It gets a bit depressing when I'm not able to help someone survive. Anyways," he looked at his clipboard. "Says here that you're good to go. Did a nurse check on your scar tissue?"

"Yes, not too long ago."

"Alright. Any questions?"

"Um.. No, I guess not.."

He smiled again. "Oh, here.." He took something out of his white doctor's coat. "This is a salve. If you feel any pain or scratchiness, apply this right onto the skin."

"Thanks," I took it from him and he said goodbye before he left.

"Wouldn't it be cool if you could have the bullet?" Pete said.

"Why on earth would I want that thing?"

Pete shrugged, "a momento to remind you that you survived a bullet so you can survive something like a panic attack or anxiety or something.."

Great. Now I kind of did want it.

Pete lead me out of the room and I told the lady at the desk had me sign a few papers that releases me from the hospital's care.

"Ready?" Pete asked before we went through the doors.

"Yeah."

We went through them and were met by a ton of reporters. Were they camping out here or did they get some information about me being released?

"Mr. Stump! Are you aware that the trials for your shooter are being held today?"

"Mr. Stump, have you any comments on the shooting?"

"Will you be going to the courthouse today, Mr. Stump?"

"HEY!" Pete shouted at them all. "He's going home and he's going to get some rest."

The crowd around us went silent.

"And maybe even order a pizza."

Of course, Pete would add that. I laughed and we left in a car that arrived. Pete explained as we got in that he'd texted Andy to pick us up.

A/N
I'm an idiot. I had to edit this chapter because I had the doctor say some dialogue about him removing Patrick's bullet but I has forgotten that it went straight through. So, yeah, it's more accurate now.