Scared (Patrick Stump Imagine Short Story)

Part 11

A few days have passed and it's time for Patrick's surgery. You, Gabby, Pete, Meagan, Pete's boys, Joe, Marie, their daughter, and Andy are all there for moral support.

All of you are crammed in his small hospital room, minus the children who were outside, playing with one another in the waiting room with some toys the nurse that Gabby has grown attached to since Patrick's been here had found. "Thank you guys for being here for me," Patrick murmured happily, smiling up at you all.

"No problem," Joe retorts, smiling back at the weak and tired singer.

"We couldn't stay away even if we wanted to," Andy adds, the corner of his lip curling up into a smirk.

"So once you get this surgery..." Pete begins, stepping out of line from everyone and sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed, pivoting his torso so he's facing Patrick, "...you'll be back to normal? You won't be sick anymore?" He sounds like a child almost.

"I-I don't know, Pete," Patrick replies sadly, tilting his head down and playing with his thumbs.

Patrick's scared shitless about this surgery. It's either going to work and, in Pete's words, he'll "be back to normal" and "won't be sick anymore" or it's going to fail and his condition is going to worsen, more than likely resulting in his demise. And nobody wants that. Nobody.

"We're hoping for the best," You chime in, failing to hide your anxiousness. You're almost as scared as Patrick is. Maybe even a little more since now's the time you need him most, it's not a question anymore. You need him. If this surgery wasn't to work, you'd be devastated, you'd be lost.

"We all are," Meagan says, flashing Patrick and you a reassuring smile.

The doctor enters the room and tells Patrick that it's time for the surgery. The second those words escape the doctor's lips, you can see the fear fill Patrick's eyes. His Adam's apple moves up and down and it's obvious he's not ready for this. But it's too late to turn back and he knows this. He nods his head in understanding and the doctor asks you all to be cleared out of the room when he returns with his colleagues to take Patrick into surgery. Patrick's friends and their girlfriends/wives leave the room as they were told, but you stay behind. You walk up beside his bed and sit down on the chair, taking his cold hand in yours.

"I'm scared, (Y/N)," Patrick confesses to you.

"I'm scared too, Patrick," You reply, staring at your intertwined hands.

Tears brim his eyes as he mutters under his breath, "What if I don't make it?"

"You're going to make it," You tell him, not meeting his gaze. You can't. You physically cannot bring yourself to look into his eyes. "You have to."

"I know I do, babe, but-"

"No," You finally meet his bluish-green eyes that are glistening in the fluorescent lighting, "You don't understand, Patrick. You have to make it. You need to make it. Because...Because..." Your heart starts to beat a little faster and you suddenly become nervous. This wasn't your first time telling him something like this, you told him it once before, so logically this time should be easier. But it's not. "You can't not make it because..."

Before you can get out what you want to say, the doctor returns and politely asks you to leave. You comply, telling Patrick you'll be here for him when he comes out of surgery. He smiles at your promise. You kiss him on the forehead and join everyone else and the children in the waiting room. You sit down next to Meagan, bouncing Saint on her leg, and heave a sigh, covering your face with your hands.

"I'm sure he's going to be okay, (Y/N)," Meagan tells you, grinning widely.

"I know," You mumble into your hands, "I just...I don't know what I'm going to do if he's not okay."

"Because you're pregnant."

You look over at her with wide eyes, "Excuse me?"

She leans towards you and asks in a much quieter voice than before, "You're pregnant, right?"

"W-What makes you think that?" You reply nervously.

"Well the way you reacted when I just brought it up is kind of a dead give away," She explains, causing you to blush a deep shade of red, "Plus, I didn't want to say anything, but your shirt's looking a little tight today..." You look down at the shirt you're wearing and then back up at her.

"Okay, yes, I'm pregnant," You divulge to her.

"Oh my god!" She exclaims, beaming with excitement, "That's incredible, (Y/N)! I'm so happy for you! Does he know?" He being Patrick.

"No, I haven't told him yet," You admit shyly, "I haven't told anyone yet. And I'd appreciate it if you weren't so loud about it, I don't want anyone - well, besides you - finding out until Patrick knows."

She clasps her hands over her mouth, "Oh no. I'm so sorry. I didn't-"

"It's okay," You excuse her, smirking, "I just...I haven't found the right time yet. I was going to tell him before he went into surgery but the doctor came in and told me to leave before I could say it."

"Say what?" Pete inquires as he sits down next to Meagan, wrapping his arm around her back and looking at you. Your cheeks darken to an even deeper shade of red.

"Pete, why don't you be a good boyfriend and get me a cup of coffee?" Meagan asks him, an obvious attempt to get rid of him.

"But it's three in the afternoon."

"I know, but...I'm really thirsty. Please, babe?" She pouts her lips and he rolls his eyes, picking himself back up from the seat and trudging over to the counter with the coffee machine. He glances over his shoulder at Meagan as she returns her attention to you, saying, "Sorry, where were we?"

"I haven't told Patrick," You remind her.

"Right!" She exclaims, "Right..."

"You know, it kind of really sucks that I didn't get to tell him," You remark, shaking your head in disappointment, "Because I know that he's on the verge of giving up. It doesn't seem like it, but he is. He doesn't want to be in pain anymore. And I don't want him to be in pain anymore either. I know how loves Gabby and me, with all his heart. But...we're just not enough of a cause to keep him alive, I guess. So I was thinking if I told him that I was pregnant that he might change his mind and want to fight this...this disease that's eating him alive rather than succumb to it. You know?"

"Wait, you're pregnant, (Y/N)?" Marie inquires, sitting down in the empty chair beside you. Meagan nods her head eagerly, affirming Marie's suspicion. "Oh my god! Congratulations!" You groan and put your head in your hands.