Happiness in misery

Chapter 3

Amelia's POV

We've been up since eleven at night, it was now 6AM Patrick had ripped his stitches and manage to get his throat so dry to the point were he would cough up blood, but he passed out due to the fact that he lost so much blood. He was in a ICU right now and wouldn't be able to go home for five weeks which meant canceling up to 6 shows. Luckily we had got there just in time before he lost too much blood and I lost him for good.

"Amelia why don't you sleep I'll wake you up if we get news on Patrick." Pete said as he takes of his hoodie and hands it to me so I had some sort of pillow in this uncomfortable ass hospital chair.
"Thanks Pete." I mutter as a slowley fall asleep

"Amelia look at Jasper he's finally walking!" Patrick exclaimed as our 13 month old baby took his first steps towards him

"I see you know when I was a baby Pete got me to walk by holding out a can of soda and I would have to walk to get some, he used to think it was funny when I would smack my face off the ground." I say giggling at my own thought.

"Paba!" Jasper exclaimed holding is arms out to his father wanting to be picked up.
Today was Patrick's 26th birthday and pretty soon everyone would be arriving.

"Hey Amelia- Amelia- AMELIA"

I woke up being violently shook by my brother Pete as he gave me a look of happiness.

"You've been out for about nine hours but Patrick might go home in a few days they say he's doing much better considering what he's going through, wanna go see him?"  Pete asked in a voice like a five year old just being given candy.

"W-wait he's getting released early but he could rip his stitches again couldn't he?" The doctors might have been up to something I didn't know that he could get released early, when Pete had his depression and cut too deep he had to get stitches and that was in his arm he had to stay for three weeks so it didn't rip. That was his arm and we're talking about Patrick's stomach so I think it would be worse and he would need to stay longer, or I'm just going crazy. Yeah I'm crazy. But it was almost half a foot long cut so it would defiantly take longer to heal than three days. I was defiantly talking to the doctors then.

I quickly got up and walked to his doctor who was looking over the clipboard to check some shit idk.
"Hey doc shouldn't my boyfriend stay in the hospital to see if his stitches heal properly of some thing I mean we don't want this to happen again."

The doctor then proceed to look at me and say "He will be fine we just need to make sure that he doesn't move to much."

"But doc we have three concerts in the next few weeks and he won't be fully healed!" I said with a little bit of anger in my voice.

"Well he can't do them but for now why don't you go back to the waiting room." He said now clearly pissed.

"Fuck your dickwad." I murmured as the fucker turned back to his clipboard to check some more random things.

"So wanna go see him now or are you going to interrogate the doctor more?" Pete said from behind me.
I not realizing who it was then punch him in the face by accident and once I do realize who it is I start dying of laughter because he just flew to the ground by a 92LB girl. "Sorry Pete." I said as I snorted from laughing to hard.

"Wanna go see him now? Or are you gonna beat me up again mini Wentz?" He said with a smirk.

"Watch it Pepe! I will go Jackie chan on your ass." I said back to him glaring because everyone knew how much I absolutely hated that name.

The next chapter will be about visiting Patrick
701 words too!!