Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 27

'Joes POV'

I jolted upwarts and my eyes darted around the room. I couldnt see anything. I felt the sides of my head but nothing was there. My clothes were wet and I was panting.

It was just a nightmare, Joe. Just a nightmare.

I tried to take slow breaths and stood up. I went to the bathroom and put on the light. I looked into the mirror and was a bit shocked about how I looked. Bags under my eyes. My hear all wet and sweaty. I splashed some water onto my face trying to waken up a bit.

It was just a nightmare, it wasnt real.

But Patrick is still in there. That is real, that isnt a nightmare. We have to get him out.

I got out of my sweaty clothes and took a quick shower. I made myself ready I took a look at the clock. It was eight in the morning.

Shit the warden is already here then.

I slipped out of my room and rushed over to the Isolation room. I looked through the little window and saw Patrick laying in fetus position. I knocked on the window but got no response. I looked if he was breathing. He was but barely and irregular.

'PATRICK!!' I screamed as I banged on the door.

'PATRICK!!!' I tried to get his attention but he didnt move a muscle.

'And what do you think you are doing mister Trohman' the warden asked in an evil tone.

'YOU HAVE TO GET HIM OUT!! HE'LL DIE. GET HIM OUT!!!'

'And if I dont, what will you do?'

'YOU CANT DO THIS, HE WILL DIE. GET HIM OUT.'.

'Well if he dies, what does it matter. Its not like he has any family or something. No one cares for him.'

'IT DOES MATTER. HE IS A PERSON. HE IS CARED FOR. UNLIKE YOU'

'What did you just say, mister Trohman, I will not tollerate that, NURSE' she yelled and surely a nurse came running towards us.

They grabbed me and dragged me away from Patrick. Down the corridor to a place we werent allowed to go. Ever. We stopped in front of a room and the warden opened the door. It squeeked badly and I instantly thought back to the nightmare I had. The pulled me in and a table with straps stood before me. A big machine on the right with wires attached to it.

Please let this be a nightmare. Please.

But it wasnt. This was real.

They strapped me to the table and attached to wires to my head.

'Now open your mouth, mister Trohman'.

'HEEEEELLLPPP, HEEEEELLPP MEEEE' I screamed before she put something in my mouth.

Her hands went to the machine and she was about to turn it when the door flew open. Four policemen came rushing in and behind them were Pete and Andy.

The police tackled the warden and the nurse to the ground and cuffed them.

Andy came rushing towards me and i started crying. He took the plastic thing out of my mouth and kissed me.

'Shhhh you are safe now, you are safe, im here' Andy spoke softly. He untied my arms and legs and I sat up. Andy wrapped his arms around me and I couldnt help but to start sobbing.

'P-pete,'

Pete looked up to Joe waiting for him to say something.

'P-patrick' Joe managed to say between sobs. Petes eyes went big and he rushed out of the room.

*pete's pov*

I ran as fast as I could down the corridor to that damned isolation room. I kicked in the door and found Patrick lying on the ground. Not moving at all. I rushed over to him and I let myself fall down onto my knees. I turned him onto his back and I thats when I saw blood. Lots of it. I grabbed his little wrists and they were cut. I looked around the room and I saw a shard of glass, all bloody.

I checked his pulse but it was barerly there. I took of my shirt and tore it in two and wrapped it around his arms. Making them function as a tourniquet. I lifted him up bridal style and I ran out of the room. I ran and ran and thats when Joe and Andy came running towards me.

'Call an a-ambulance' I yelled as I fell to me knees with Patrick still in my arms. I started to rock back and forth and I forgot everything around me. It was just me and Patrick.

'Please dont die, please dont die,' I whispered over and over. Hoping he would hear me and decide not to die. But if only it was that simple.

Out of a sudden I felt two hands on my shoulder and they shook me. I looked away from Patrick and saw the ambulance had arrived. I let him go and stood up. And I let a few tears slip. Joe came up to me and hugged me.

'He's going to be okay, he's a fighter Pete'.

They attached a heart monitor to Patrick and they gave him an IV. Just when they wanted to pick him up to put him into the back of the ambulance he flatlined.

*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

Was all Pete could hear. The medics all stood around Partrick and they tried to save him.

But then Pete heard it.

'Time of death, 10.02 am'

No, no, no this is not real.

I broke down, I rushed over to Patrick and grabbed his hand.

'PLEASE DONT STOP, DONT GIVE UP. SAVE HIM' I cried at the paramedics.

'Patrick, come back. Please. Patrick you need to come back. I- i love you' I whispered into his ear before I got pulled back by Andy who engulved me into his arms.

'Shhh he's gone, he's at peace now. It's okay'

'No Andy, its not okay. He's dead! He fucking dead Andy, its not okay!!' I Screamed when suddenly I heard something I thought was impossible.

*beep...... beep......beep......beep....*

(Hey guys, i hope you liked the past two chapters. They are not great I know. Uhm sorry I keep you guys waiting so long. But like I have to get into the right mind state to write and I find that hard the past months. Uhm the next two weeks there probably wont be any updates since Im getting admitted to a psych ward. To have a time out and intensivly work on myself. Yeah well i hope you liked it.. love you xx melanie )