Joe's POV
I sat on one side of the hospital bed with Andy on the other.
"So, how you doing, buddy." I asked forcing a smile on my face.
"I miss momma." James sniffled.
"Yeah, we all do." Andy sighed.
"Why? Why'd she die? Why did that man hurt her?" I shared glances with Andy and eventually took a deep breath.
"That man was just very bad. He doesn't care the way you and me do bud. He's just...very, very selfish." I explained slowly.
"I hate him." James muttered.
"Don't use the word hate Jamie. It's not good." Andy said.
"But it's true! He took everything from me. My mommy is dead, my daddy is too sad to even be with me, and I can't use my legs!" James cried. I pulled him into a hug and Andy rubbed his back.
"No matter how much this man took from you, hate is never the answer." Andy mumbled soothingly. James just kept crying into my chest. I looked over at Andy with worry on my face. I knew he was thinking the same thing I was.
James needs Patrick.
To be continued...
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Fall Out Boy Imagines 2
FanfictionAll the cuteness, all the drama, all the laughter, and all the sadness. It just couldn't all fit in the last book.
