"Dear Hiatus..." (Sequel to A Living Hell) // Fall Out Boy

Not A Dry Eye Left In The House (Andy's POV)

"Hey!" I said, running down the hallway, trying to catch up with a doctor that walked out of Joe's room.

"Oh, Andy," he smiled, shaking my hand. "Sorry about all the commotion earlier."

"It's alright. H-How is he doing?" I asked.

"Better. Much better than when he came in. He's stable now, but we gave him medication to knock him out for a bit, just enough time to let his body recuperate."

"How long do you think he'll be out?" I asked.

"Hm, maybe two hours, give or take a half hour," he said.

"Okay, thank you! And thank you for doing everything you did for him!" I said, running back down the hallway, leaving him standing there with a confused look on his face.

I ran out of the hospital, flagging down a cab at the end of the block. I told him Patrick's address, then he drove off. Once we arrived, I thanked him and paid him, then hopped out. I walked away from Patrick's place, towards the neighbor's house. I walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell. A few minutes later, a short, older woman opened the door. It looked like she'd been sleeping, and I instantly felt bad.

"Can I help you, young man?" she asked, smiling up at me.

"I'm Andy. Um, are you the woman who called the police earlier today about a noise disturbance from that house?" I asked, pointing to Patrick's.

"Yes, that was me!" she said.

"I-I really need to thank you ..." I said. "My boyfriend really hurt himself, and your call saved his life."

"Oh, deary, it was nothing!" she said, motioning me inside, closing the door behind me. "I heard glass breaking and it just startled me, is all! Thought I should give the station a call to check it out."

"Really, though, thank you so, so much. Ma'am, he could have died, but your call saved him," I said, she smiled. "I really cannot thank you enough. You literally saved his life."

"Well, it's all I could do. I'm glad he's alright! And that you're alright, too!" she smiled, sitting in her rocking chair. "And he's your boyfriend, you said?"

"Y-Yes," I replied.

"Well, I think the man is lucky to have you, someone who cares for him so much," she smiled again.

"I really appreciate that," I smiled. "Thank you so much, again."

"Is he alright, now?" she asked.

"Yes, he's at the hospital downtown, stable and breathing," I smiled.

"I'm glad to hear that!" she kept smiling. "Is that your friend's house next door? I've met him before, nice young man."

"Yeah, his name's Patrick. Married with a little baby boy," I said. 

"I couldn't remember his name for the life of me! Oh gosh!" she laughed. "I'll have to remember his name and stop by sometime! He's the only neighbor that's bothered to talk to me, he's so sweet!"

"Yeah, he's like that; always kind, always caring," I smiled. 

"That's great!" she smiled, standing up. "Well, I'm just off to bed! I'm glad your friend is okay! I'll stop by ... Patrick's - that's his name! - house sometime! It would be good to see the boy again."

"Sorry I kept you! I just needed to thank you!" I smiled, leaning down and hugging her.

"Oh!" she said, surprised, smiling as she hugged me back. "You're so sweet!"

"Thank you so much again!" I said, waving and walking down the porch steps.

She waved, smiled again, then closed the door and turned off the porch light. I smiled, walking over to Patrick's place. I walked up his steps, opening the front door, instantly seeing Meagan sitting on the couch with Elisa next to her, Bronx sprawled out over them, making me laugh. Saint and Declan were fast asleep in the little play pen near the end of the couch, and Pete and Patrick were quietly talking, not wanting to disturb the babies.