Sanity (Peterick)

7

Patrick's POV

Bored out of my mind, I decide to get to bed early. It's only seven o'clock right now but whatever. Pete had an appointment not too long after mine so that's where he's been for the last hour. Dinners at eight but I can't be bothered today.

I brush my teeth and put my pajamas on. I put my glasses down and I hop in bed and of course I can't fall asleep. It's too early for my body to be tired. So I just stare blankly at the wall for a bit.

I jump a little when I hear the door open.

"Hi Patrick, I'm back," Pete says with some papers in his hands.

"Hi," I say.

"Dude, why are you going to bed, it's a little early don't you think?"

"I'm just tired," I lie. He comes over and sits at the foot of my bed.

"Okay, well Brendon wanted me to give you this prescription," he hands me one of the papers, and points to the top text. "Look dude, Zoloft, we're twins,"

I sit up in bed and put my glasses back on and read.

"Of course, they don't let us hold on to the meds ourselves, it's too risky. So we gotta head to the office everyday and take it," Pete said.

"So you're taking the same thing I am?"

"Right,"

"What's it for?"

"Well mines specifically for depression, but I can't tell you what yours is mainly for. You'd have to ask Brendon. Anyway we gotta go down to take it now so we should go,"

"Yeah,"

I get out of bed and we walk through the halls. All the pretty paintings on the walls and the glistening sundown seems to make this walk a little memorable. I don't know why.

We get our pills and neither of us have a problem swallowing them. I've taken enough pills before for it to be easy, and I'm sure Pete has too.

Pete's POV

We lied in bed later that night, but I couldn't sleep. Patrick's rhythmic breathing indicated that he was almost asleep. Lucky kid can fall asleep whenever he wants. I start to get lonely again and lost in my thoughts and I want to lay with him again.

I got up and tiptoed over to the side of his bed, with my pillow of course.

"Patrick?" I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear me.

"Hmm.." He said half asleep.

"Can I sleep in your bed again? I can't fall asleep,"

He lifted his covers and and scooted over. He patted the right side of mattress, all without opening his eyes. I got in bed and laid the covers back over both of us.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep along side him, but I kept reopening them to see his face. I kinda liked admiring him.

He opened his tired eyes and looked at me for a moment. He made a small smile and asked why I was staring at him. I lied and said I don't know, but truth is he is just pretty to look at.

"..okay," he says and then yawns. "..what time is it?"

I look at the alarm clock.

"It's 10:40,"

"..okay,"

I don't really know what to say, I don't want him to fall asleep, I wanna keep hearing his voice. Maybe it's because I don't want to be alone, and I will get lost in my crazy head or something. So, I try to make something up, so he will talk to me.

"Psst, Patrick?" He didn't hear me. "Pssssssst, Paatriiick?"

"What?"

"I, uh, can't sleep," he opened his eyes after I said that. He giggled a bit when he looked at me.

"You're bed-head is awesome," he whispered. He reached over and stroked my hair, and I realised that it actually felt really good.

"Wait," I said just as he pulled his arm away. "Can you.. keep doing that?"

"Okay," he continued stroking the side of my head with his hand. I could feel the cloth of his sleeve, which was way too long for his arms by the way, rubbing my ear every once in a while. And all of a sudden, I got the fuzziest, warmest, feeling I've ever had. This moment was golden to me.

He fell asleep with his hand rested on my hair and his rhythmic breathing returned, only to soothe me. By this time I was almost asleep, so the ride to dreamland was smooth.

Patrick's POV

God, it's like 3 in the morning and I feel terrible. I just woke up and for some odd reason my head is pounding and I feel sick to my stomach. I was fine last night, what happened?
I look over at the wall phone. Maybe I should call Brendon. Or maybe I should wake Pete. I don't know.

I get up and just as soon as I get to my feet, I feel myself about to throw up, so I run to the bathroom and I don't even bother to shut the door. I'm pretty sure I woke up Pete.

I fall to the floor. I throw up in the toilet and my head is burning. Is this all a really bad side effect of the new medicine or am I  just sick? I don't know, but hey, maybe all the throwing up will help me lose weight.

I look over at Pete from the bathroom, and I guess I might not have woken him up after all. Ugh, but I still gotta tell someone.

"Pete," I try to get his attention.

"Pete?" I try again. My head hurts more every time I speak.

I see him turn over in the bed, so that he is facing me.

"Pete, wake up," I say, followed by a sigh.

"...Patrick?" he says tiredly. He opens his eyes and sees me sitting on the bathroom floor.

Pete's POV

I wake up in middle of the night, sit up and rub my eyes. I hear Patrick calling my name from the bathroom, so I get up and see what's going on.

I see Patrick throw up into the toilet. His cheeks were a burning red color and his eyes were really shiny.

"Patrick! What's going on?

"...I don't know, maybe.. it was the.. Zoloft?"

I sit next to him and place my hand on his forehead.

"Patrick, you're hot," I didn't mean for it to sound like that, oops, "well I mean your forehead is really warm,"

I get up and grab the phone off the wall and sit back down next to Patrick.
I call up Brendon and see if maybe it was the medicine, although something this severe doesn't really seem like it would be just a "side effect".

"Brendon says he's on his way," I tell Patrick after I talk on the phone. "And he's bringing the nurse with him,"

"..okay,"

"Look, dude everything's gonna be alright okay," I reassure him. I let him lean on my shoulder and I stroke his hair the same why he stroked mine.

Authors note

Sorry this chapter took so long, procrastination got the best of me. Thank you all for reading and be sure to get ready for the holidays! :)

Xoxo