Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 28

*Pete's POV*

"Beep...beep...beep...beep...beep"

Thats the only sound I've been hearing for the past werk. The only sound that proves that Patrick is still alive. The doctors told me that they arent sure if he'll ever wake up again. But I just have to keep hope. Patrick cant die.

I held his cold hand in mine and rubbed my thumb on his hand. I soflty squeezed.

'Patrick you have to keep fighting okay! You need to fight!'

Suddenly someone touched my shoulder and I almost screamed. I look behind me and Andy and Joe stood there. A sympathetic look in their eyes.

'Hey, how are you holding up?' Andy asked.

'Mhh, not so good' I smiled.

They smiled back and grabbed a chair and sat down next to me. I still held Patricks hand.

There was a knock on the door and a doctor came in. The look on his face not predicting good news.

'W-what is it doctor?'

'We think its better if we take Patrick off of life support' he simply stated, a blank look in his eyes.

No, no, no.

'No, he's still here. He's still alive'

'Sir, the chance that Patrick awakes is very, very slim. He wont wake up'.

'No, you cant do this'

'Pete, maybe its for the best' Andy said.

'No, no its not for the best. No.'

'Sir, I'll come back in an hour and then we'll decide what we will do' the doctor said and quickly left the room.

'Pete,...'

'No, I dont want to hear it, leave!'

'But..'

'No.. leave!' I screamed. They looked at eachother and stood up. They looked back at me once more before they left the room.

'Patrick, please fight. I- i, I need you okay!' I started crying. I squeezed his hand a bit tighter and let it all go.

*patricks pov*

'Patrick you have to keep fighting okay! You need fight!'

'I am Pete, I am, I am fighting'

I heard door open and heard people coming into the room. I heard a voice I havent heard before.

'Hey, how are you holding up?'

'Mhh, not so good' I heard Pete say.

God damn Pete, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I felt him squeeze my hand I want to squeeze back and Im trying my hardest but nothing works.

The door opens again.

W-what is it doctor?'

'We think its better if we take Patrick off of life support'

WHAT, NO, NO YOU CANT TO THAT.

'IM STILL HERE' I SCREAMED.

'IM HERE, PLEASE DONT'

Suddenly everything was quiet and I heard a sniffle and felt a tight squeeze in my hand.

'Patrick, please fight. I- i, I need you okay!' Pete croaked out and my heart broke.

'Shhh Pete, its okay'

After a while of hearing Pete cry which breaks my heart the door opens again and Pete stopped crying. He sniffled a couple of times before he started talking.

'Okay, do it' he stated.

'Do what!! Do what Pete?!'

'Take him off of life support'

'No, no Pete, Im still here, im here!!' I screamed.

'Okay, do you want to say your last goodbyes?'

'Yes if I may'.

'Hey Patrick, I know you cant hear me but I want to say it anyway. I want you to know that you robbed a piece of my heart and it pained me to see you suffer so much. The first time I saw you I didnt know what happened to me but you caught my eye. You are so much more than your disorder. Something many couldnt or didnt want to see. I saw you as you, as Patrick. Patrick I didnt dare to say it to you but I love you and I want you to know that. I wished I could have done more for you and Im sorry I've failed you. But you are going to be at a better place. A place without pain, a place without nightmares. A place without Vaughn. A place full of peace and you've earned that. I will never forget you Patrick Stump. Never. I-i love you'

With all my power that I had I tried to squeeze his hand. He needs to know I'm still here.

'Okay, go ahead' Pete said.

He was still rubbing my hand and he squeezed it hard. And with all my might I tried to squeeze back.

'WAITT, WAITT, HE SQUEEZED MY HAND. DOCTOR HE SQUEEZED MY HAND!' Pete screamed.

'Sir, thats not possible. You probably imagined it. Im sorry' the doctor said sympatheticaly.

'LOOK AT HIS HAND, HES RAISING HIS FUCKING FINGER OKAY!!'.

'Nurse!!' The docter yelled.

'Oh Patrick, gosh P-patrick' Pete yelped as he hugged me.

'I love you too Pete'

(Hi guys, im sorry this is shityy af. Im sorry. Im finally back from psychward. Stayed a week longer. I cant promise you anything about updating. Cause I still feel terrible, so my apologies in advance. Much love, melanie)