Sanity (Peterick)

8

Pete's POV

We finally heard a knock on the door and I left Patrick leaning on the side of the bathtub. I open the door to see Brendon (still in his pajamas) and a nice looking lady next to him. She had black hair and skin tone that was a little deeper than mine.

"Hi I'm Emily, I'm the night nurse here,"

"Oh yeah I've seen you around, I'm Pete,"

"So what's going on?" She said as I let them both into the room and she sets her nurse bag onto the floor.

"Well, he just woke up in the middle of the night and starting throwing up, I mean as far as I know he was fine yesterday,"

She starting digging through her bag, looking for something. Brendon goes into the bathroom and Patrick's sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I think he's stopped vomiting by now.

He sits next to Patrick and, as anyone would, places his hand on his forehead just like I did.

"He's really burning up," Brendon said to Emily. She takes out one of those disposable thermometers and walks over to Patrick.
God, I really hope nothing's too bad.

She placed the thermometer under his tongue (the one I wish to know so well) and waited a couple seconds.

"102.2 degrees. Honey, I think you have the flu," she said. She helps him to his feet and brings him back to his bed. He immediately lays down and curls up under the covers.

"Okay, so I recommend he takes some NyQuil right now, Brendon can you please grab it out of my bag?"

"Yeah," he said as he sat down and started rummaging through all the equipment.

"And, Pete, make sure he's got one of those at all times," she said as Brendon took out some plastic bags. He passed them to me along with the 2 NyQuil pills.

She told me all the information I needed to know about when he needs medicine and tips on how to make him feel better. Brendon also said that NyQuil pills are also a risk here so he's gonna hold on to them for us. After they left for the night, the room was dead silent and I wasn't the least bit tired. Patrick clutched onto the plastic bag as he fell asleep. Poor kid looks miserable. I decide to sit next to him and pet his shoulder as he fell back asleep.

Patrick's POV

The next morning I woke up and felt fucking disgusting. My head was pounding and my nose was stuffy and I had basically all the symptoms of the flu at its worst. I guess the only upside to this is that my alters always seem to come out less when I'm sick, probably because they don't want to deal with feeling awful. I don't know, it's always been that way.

I have zero appetite today, but that's okay. I wouldn't really want to eat anyway, plus I can't keep any food down. I don't even know where I picked this flu up, I just hope I'm better for Christmas. Wait, then again it is flu season.

I can already tell the next week or so is gonna be boring as hell. Maybe I'll get Pete to play cards with me later. It sure beats anything else I have to do today, which is nothing.

Looks as if Pete's got nothing to do either, he's been laying in his bed all day.

We just lay in bed for a couple more hours, and by 1 in the afternoon, Pete decided to go get lunch with the other guys. I decided to take a warm bath instead of a shower. I don't really have the energy to stand up.

I go into the bathroom and shut the door. I run the bath and sit down on the toilet seat and wait. When the bath was nice and hot, I disrobed and got in. 

Two minutes into the bath I hear the bedroom door open along with two voices. It's Pete and Andy.

I hear the bed creak, I'm assuming they've sat down.

"..I don't know what to do,"
I heard Pete say. I know I shouldn't listen, but Pete's voice is so goddamn loud all the time it's hard not to. "I wanna ask him to be my date for the party, but ugh.. It's just.."

"I get it, I understand the nerves, man," Andy said, "but I sometimes you just gotta go for it. I mean, the worst that can happen is that he'll say no,"

"No dude, the worst that could happen is that it'll ruin our friendship, plus I don't even know if he's into guys. I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable," I could hear frustration in his voice. Who is he getting so anxious about, anyway?

"Pete, we got a couple weeks till the party anyway, maybe some time to think will calm the anxiety a bit,"

"Yeah dude, you're right, I just need some time to think about it,"

"Oh shit, we left Joe outside!" Andy says.

"Oh crap," Pete says as I hear footsteps toward the door. The door shuts a little too loudly. How the fuck did they forget about Joe?

Anyway, I really wish I could help Pete out with his "boy problems", but if he found out that I overheard him, he wouldn't be happy.

I guess we'll just see how it goes at the Christmas party.

Authors note

So I accidentally published this prematurely and took it down to finish it. But it's back now, so if there was any confusion I apologise.

Also I need some good ideas for a different story cover so if any of you could pitch some ideas, that would be great :)

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