The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 47 (Pete's POV)

We rush into the hospital, Hailey's head lolling around from Patrick's arm. I grimace; it looks really uncomfortable.

"Patrick, slow down. Hailey is being shaken around like a rag doll," I yell over the wind that started blowing a couple minutes ago. He nods, gently moving her head to his chest, and then he continues to the door.

Once we get into the building, we run to the receptionist. She looks agonizingly slowly up at us and squints at us from behind her glasses, seemingly careless that were trying to hurry.

"Name?" She asks snottily.

"H-Hailey... Um, Hailey Stump," Patrick stutters.

"No, you fucking idiot, its Hailey Miller," Cheryl corrects, glaring at Patrick.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm just worried," Patrick apologizes.

"Yeah, just give the man a break," Joe adds.

"You weren't even in this conversation," Cheryl snaps. I slap my hand to my forehead. Joe fucked up big this time. Everyone knows not to team up against Cheryl. She and Joe start getting into it, and I press my fingers to my temples.

"Hey," Patrick says quietly, but they don't hear him.

"WE HAVE A FUCKING INJURED GIRL IN MY ARMS AND I'D BE HAPPY IF YOU WEREN'T ARGUING RIGHT NOW," he yells, and everyone immediately shuts up, the people in the waiting room even looking up. His face immediately flushes ruby red, and he shrinks back against me.

"Um, please?" he adds, making me grin at him. I look at the receptionist, who's just looking dumbly at all of us.

"You heard him! We need a damn doctor!" I yell agitatedly, and the receptionist jumps, finally springing into action.

Soon, a gurney thing is rolled to Patrick, and he gently lays Hailey onto it. She immediately gets rolled off down the hallway, and Patrick sprints after her. Someone steps in his way, and he tries to walk around them, but they hold him back.

"We can't let anyone back right now," the man says, making Patrick sigh audibly.

"Please let me go back; I wont bother anyone! I just need to be there for her."

The man shakes his head. "We will let you know when you can see her. Right now we must check her injuries and the severity of them."

Then he walks away, leaving Patrick standing there staring down the hallway Hailey was rolled through. After a minute, he turns around and walks back to us, head hung low. I put my arm around his shoulder, leading him to the waiting room.

"Hey, it'll be okay. We can see her in a little bit. She'll be fine," I murmur, trying to comfort him.

"What if she has to stay for a couple days, or weeks? What if something is broken and she can't come with us for the rest of the tour?"

"Dude, when I broke my ankle I still played at our shows. She'll be fine, Patrick. Please believe me." His eyes flash up to mine for a second, then his gaze goes back to his shoes. He nods, and I smile at him, squeezing his shoulder, letting him lean against me.

We wait for what seems like forever, all of us growing worried and aggravated. I've been pacing around the waiting room for the past twenty minutes, and Patrick has just been watching me with a blank expression on his face.

"Pete, why don't you come sit down? I'm getting exhausted just by watching you," Andy speaks up, and I reluctantly take my seat next to Patrick again. Right as I do, a man in a white coat emerges from the hallway, and our heads whip up to look at him. He looks down at his clipboard and clears his throat.