Scared (Patrick Stump Imagine Short Story)

Part 12

The surgery Patrick was receiving wasn't supposed to take long, but it was already a couple of hours later and he was still in the operating room. Your nervousness was showing by you tapping your leg incessantly, bouncing your daughter who was sitting in your lap. She thought it was fun, though, and that's why she didn't complain.

"What's taking so long?" You think aloud, but not loud enough for anyone to hear you.

But as if someone did hear you, the doctor you recognize to be Patrick's emerges from the hallway. You immediately stand up, setting your daughter on the ground, and run over to the doctor, almost tripping over some of the toys that were scattered on the ground. "Well?" You ask him, your heart beating a mile a minute. All the adults rise to their feet, anxious as to find out how the surgery went.

"Mrs. Stump, your husband..." His voice fades away and you immediately assume the worse - that he didn't make it.

You clasp your hands over your mouth as tears begin to form in your eyes. Oh my god, no. No no no!

"...is going to be okay," A smile creeps up on the doctor's face as he finishes his sentence. You exhale in relief and drop your hands to your sides. "The surgery went very well and he's just resting now. He should be good to go home tomorrow, we just want to keep him overnight for observation. But for now, you should be able to see him in a couple of minutes or so. The nurses are just getting him back to his room."

"Oh my god, thank you so much!" You murmur gratefully, jumping at the doctor and hugging him tightly. He's shocked, but nonetheless hugs you back. Tears of joy stream down your cheeks and wet the doctor's lab coat. He steps out of the embrace and smiles at you before walking away.

"He's going to be okay!" You inform everyone, beaming with joy as Patrick's band members and their girlfriends/wives rush over to you and pull you into a big group hug, the children joining in shortly after. "He's going to be okay..."

"I told you, (Y/N)," Meagan reminds you with a giggle. You look over at her and grin.

Later that night...

Everyone's left except you. Andy had a previous commitment that he couldn't get out of and although you understood, he felt horrible for leaving. As for Pete and Meagan, they had to go home and put the boys to bed. And Joe and Marie took Gabby off of your hands for the night for a sleepover with Ruby, all so that Patrick could recover quicker (or at least, that's what Joe told Gabby so that you and Patrick could have some alone time).

"You can go home, (Y/N)," Patrick tells you. You're sitting by his bed side and holding his hand in both of yours. "I'll be okay."

"No, I'm not leaving your side, Patrick," You reply, holding his hand tighter, "Not ever."

He sighs and rests his head back on the white pillow, "Not ever, huh?"

You smirk as the doctor enters the room.

"Ahh, Mr. and Mrs. Stump. Good to see the two of you smiling," He greets, "But, uh, Mrs. Stump, can I speak with you outside for a moment?"

You nod your head and rise to your feet.

"Hey, what happened to not ever leaving my side?" Patrick jokes as you shoot him a playful glare before following the doctor out into the hallway. He closes the door behind you and looks at you.

"I can't thank you enough for saving my husband's life," You tell him, "Like, seriously. I don't know what I would've done if he weren't to have made it."

"No problem, Mrs. Stump, it's our job," He replies, a humble smile stretching across his face, "But I brought you out here to talk about...if the cancer were to come back."

Your eyes widened, "What? Why? I thought you cured him!"

"We did. We removed the tumor completely. But on the off-chance that the cancer does return - which isn't likely, but just in case, you never know - I want you to bring him back here as soon as possible. Because what you did this time, it could've killed him."

You cross your arms and mutter under your breath, "It was his idea..."

"It doesn't matter whose idea it was. Because in the end, it could've cost him his life. And all I'm saying is, if something like this were to happen again, I urge you, please, bring him here as soon as possible so the cancer doesn't progress as badly as it did this time." You nod your head in understanding. "Because we wouldn't want him dying now, would we?"

"No. Not at all."

"Good. Have a good night, Mrs. Stump."

"You too," You tell the doctor as he walks away.

You stand out in the hallway for a little before walking back into the room. Patrick, who was taking a sip from the water he was provided with, sees you and sets the cup down. "Hey, you're back. What'd he have to tell you?"

"Nothing really. Just that if the cancer were to come back - though highly unlikely - that I should bring you here as soon as possible," You reiterate what the doctor said to you, making your way over and sitting down on the edge of Patrick's hospital bed, "Because keeping you home like we did this time could've cost you your life, Patrick. And you can't die. Not now and not ever, but especially not now."

"I know, I'm sorry, (Y/N), I just-"

"No, I don't think you do know, Patrick," You interrupt him, a nervous feeling building up inside of you as you prepared to tell him the news.

"What do you mean?"

You blush.