Just My Imagination...

Medicine

I was just waking up by the time dinner was slipped through the door. I made my way over slowly, still trying to rub sleep from my eye. When I reached the sandwich on the tray, I noticed a cup of water with two white pills next to it. That must of been the medicine Elisa had talked about... But what would it do?

I turned back around to look at Pete. He eyes were still closed as he rested on the bed. He liked sleeping as long as possible... So maybe he wouldn't notice if I took the pills...

But what if I lost Pete by taking them? What if they made Pete go away?..

But what if they made me better? What if Pete was part of the reason I was sick?..

"Mon Chére?" Pete's tired voice drifted into my ears. I felt a panic. If Pete saw the medicine, he definitely wouldn't let me take them.

It was a split second decision, but I grabbed the pills, popped them in my mouth, drained the cup of water, and swallowed. I gasped in air, coughing a bit as I heard Pete walk over to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his hand on my back soothingly.

I shook my head, trying to get the coughing to stop. I was afraid to tell him what I had just done... I didn't want him to leave...

"Wow, they really treat you with the food, don't they?" Pete laughed, lifting one of the pieces of bread. There was small slice of lunch meat as well as a slimey piece of cheese. I let out a nervous laugh.

"Real appetizing." I nodded.

Pete kissed my cheek with a laugh. "Wish it was better, baby, but you gotta at least eat a few bites."

I nodded as he put the bread slice back on. I picked it up and tore off some of the bread to munch on. I watched Pete, afraid of what would happen when the medicine took effect. He seemed fine. He was sitting with his legs completely stretched out, tapping his toes together. I took another bite of the sandwich, scrunching my face slightly as I hit the cheese.

"Times like this I'm glad I can't eat." Pete laughed lightly. He pulled his legs back and popped up next to me on his knees. "I'm sorry." He frowned a bit.

"For what?" I asked softly, looking over at him.

He looked down, dancing his fingers along my hand. "It's my fault you're here... And I'm sorry." He leaned his head against my shoulder.

I put my arm around him and held him. I wanted to ask again, but I knew he'd never tell me what happened. I was starting to really regret the medicine... What if I had made a terrible mistake?..

"Can we go to bed, Patrick?" He asked me.

I nodded. "That sandwich wasn't very good at all." I said, getting a slight smile from Pete. I stood up and pulled him to his feet. I walked over to the bed, Pete resting just next to me. He scooted as close as possible to me and let out a sigh.

"That Ryan kid was right... You smell like cherry blossoms..." Pete smiled with closed eyes.

I let my fingers trace his short hair. I really hoped he would stay... I had a horrible gut feeling about what I had done by taking the medicine... What if he was supposed to be with me?..

"I love you..." Pete mummered.

"I love you more..." I whispered, trying to blink a tear away from my eye.

What had I done?

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A/N~ short chapter muhaha

Really hope you guys are enjoying this fic, I absolutely love writing it!! Aahh I'm real happy with it so far.

Do you guys think Patrick made a mistake?..

~Skittles Out~