Patrick's POV
The nurses left after dosing me up with my insomnia pills and I heard speaking going on outside. Someone opened the door and moved the curtain aside. It was Pete.
"Pete!" I said loudly, surprised to see him. He ran towards me and I sat up and he hugged me tightly.
"Careful! You're tugging on my wires" I told him and he let go.
"Sorry, I was just really excited to see you" Pete told me. He told me about my mum and siblings visiting and my dad hardly leaving the hospital and I began to get teary. He handed me a piece of paper. It was from the girl I had met at the McDonalds before this happened. At that point, I just lost it. Pete sat the on the side of the bed and held my hand.
"Oh and I brought you something from home since I don't know when you're getting out" He says, and pulls my fedora out of the bag he was carrying and places it on my head carefully.
"Should I take a picture for Flossie?" Pete said, sounding up-beat and trying to put a positive attitude on things.
"Yeah!" I put my glasses on and Pete straightens them up for me. I put both thumbs up and smile. Pete laughs and takes the photo. I probably looked really awful but I wasn't really bothered. She was the cutest little girl like she drew a 'get well soon' card for a guy twice her age that she'd met once.
"I'll go to McDonalds tomorrow and give her this" Pete tells me, showing me the photo.
"I look ridiculous"
"Ridiculously pretty for a guy who had a cardiac arrest a week ago " He says, grabbing my cheeks. I was kinda self-conscious as I was just in a hospital gown that was a little too tight.
"After a week I still have chubby cheeks" I say.
"Patrick, why did you take diet pills and not tell me?"
"I wanted it to be safe and it'd be the ideal weight and you wouldn't need to worry about me"
"You knew it was dangerous"
"And I wanted to risk that to become perfect for you."
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Internet Scales (Patrick/Pete)
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE, EATING DISORDERS Maybe internet friends save more lives than people think
