Patrick Stump Imagines

I Will Come Back To Life

You were on the car with Patrick, singing along to whatever pop song came on the radio, until a very bright light came towards your car.

"PATRICK! TURN!" You screamed. He did as instructed, but the light, which was a truck, collided onto your car, causing you to fortunately hit your head on the airbag. Patrick, however, hit his head on the hard part of the steering wheel.

You tried to reach for him, unbuckling your seatbelt and grabbing his hand. "Pat, wake up, wake up, wake up, please. For me. For your family. Please, Patrick," you pleaded, but his skin felt cold, and blood was running through his face. "Please..."

You woke up. It turns out that it was just a dream, but it worried you. Patrick's arms were draped loosely around you, so you tightened their grip on you.

You fell asleep again, this time, having another dream.

You woke up seeing Patrick packing his stuff up. He must've noticed that you were awake, because he walked to your bed and kissed you 'Good Morning'.

You told him about the dream you had the night before, and he just managed to spit out a chuckle. "That'll never happen, (Y/N). Now, I made breakfast for you downstairs. I need to go now, Pete keeps bombarding me with texts telling me to hurry up. I'll update you and text you on everything we do on tour, okay? Love you."

Before he went outside the bedroom door, he added one more thing. "And in case your dream ever happens, keep a calendar marking all the days I've been gone, starting today. If I die, know that I'll come back to life, only for you."

He was leaving for the tour over the summer (and, no. Not the Boys of Zummer tour.) for another tour.

You kissed him goodbye and went downstairs to eat the breakfast that he prepared.

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It's been three weeks but Patrick hasn't texted you, called you, Skyped you or e-mailed you yet. You were starting to get worried about where he was, or how he was doing. You followed his advice of using a calendar, and today was the 21st day.

You called him again, but you only got sent to voicemail. You tried to prevent yourself from thinking negative, so you turned on the TV.

"Good afternoon. It has been reported that three weeks ago, the tour bus of the band 'Fall Out Boy' collided with a 18-wheeler truck in New York, causing all of the passengers on the smaller vehicle to be critically wounded. They are now admitted to a medical facility and are being treated."

You didn't believe what you heard. You threw your phone at the TV, breaking the glass. You knew this would happen. You knew how it'll end. Frustrated and worried, you called the TV station that broadcasted the news.

They said that they were admitted to the capital hospital of New York. You quickly thanked them and drove your way there. The front desk of the hospital was kind enough to give you their hospital room, since they already knew who you were, Patrick Stump's girlfriend.

And there they were, lying on the hospital beds, unconscious. But there were only three of them, which made you panic.

"Excuse me, where's Patrick Stump?" You asked the nurse that was checking Pete's syringe. She looked at you with sympathy and looked down at her clipboard.

"I'm so sorry to tell you, miss, but," she started. "He passed away. It will take a miracle to wake him."

You stared at her, trying to process what she said. He said he'll come back for me, but why isn't he? You thought to yourself. You broke down into tears.

You felt the presence of something inhuman beside you, like it was comforting you.

• Patrick's POV •

I stared at her while the nurse sadly announced my state. I sat down next to her, making her feel like I was there, even if I wasn't alive, barely visible.

Suddenly, I felt a light come at my side. It seemed to pull me closer to it, and everything went black.

I just woke up on the hospital bed, coughing violently. Three nurses that I assumed were outside my room came rushing in, arranging the heart rate monitor beside me and holding my hands. I heard louder footsteps come into the room, and there, I saw my true love in a state of surprise.

"Just like what I said earlier, miss. This is clearly a miracle. His heart rate has increased. We will continue monitoring him. But in the mean time, please enjoy your time with him." The nurse said to (Y/N), who was now holding my hand and stroking it softly. The nurse left shortly, leaving (Y/N) and I some free time.

"See? I-I told you I-I'll come back for you," I managed to croak out. She just smiled at me and hugged me.

"I thought you never will. I love you so much." She said, on the midst of tears once again.

"Did you d-do the calendar challenge I g-gave you?" I said softly. She nodded. "Okay, how many days have I not contacted you?"

She thought for a moment then spoke. "21 days."

I sighed happily. "Then that's 21 dates with you. I'll make sure they're all special."

She stared at me in shock then kissed me again and again. "I love you so damn much, Patrick. Never leave me again. You don't know how much I went through when I thought I lost you."

I kissed her deeply. "And I love you more than you'll ever know."