Peterick Oneshots

Count On Me

Patrick POV:

The words that shattered me. You have two months to live. All because of a stupid terminal disease. There wasn't any treatment. I was basically left to die.

They say they can help me cope with this. How is anyone able to cope with death? The answer is you can't: you don't know what dying is like, you've never died before.

My whole night was spent sobbing. I didn't want to tell anyone until the day before I have to go to the hospital, which then my life will end. I want to live my life to the fullest.

Even though Pete is my boyfriend, he doesn't live with me yet. I'm going to propose to him before I die.

It is now three AM. I'm still sobbing under my covers. I know I'm worrying Pete right now, since we talk every night, but I can't let him know I'm going to die. Not yet.

The next morning at five I hear a knock on my door. I slowly get up and walk downstairs. Every single day my body gets worse and worse, and that's because it is. It's shutting down slowly. I won't be able to walk in the end. I won't be able to feed myself in the end.

I open the door to find Pete in tears. He hugs me as tight as he could.
"I thought you were hurt Pattycakes...." He chokes out. I am, just in a different way than he thinks.
"Shhhh I'm not hurt. Come in baby" I say helping him inside.

After an hour of comforting, I turn to him.
"Could I live with you for the rest of my life?" I ask seriously. Pete laughs.
"Sure babe, that's pretty far ahead though" he says and I hug him.

A Week Later:

I finally got moved in and I could see the affects of the disease. I was out of breath from carrying the lightest things, I was paler than usual, and I was constantly sleepy. Pete doesn't notice anything major yet, luckily, just the sleeping. He says I'm probably coming down with the flu or something. I'm not though. I'm slowly dying. My body is eating itself alive.

I lay on the couch, starting to doze off already. Sleep is the only time I don't feel miserable anymore. Pete runs over to me. I think he's worried that I'm sleeping so much.
"Patrick, why don't we get you checked out at a doctor's office or something" he whispers and I shake my head. He sighs and says he'll let it go this time, and I instantly fall asleep.

Three Weeks Later:

It's been a month since I was diagnosed with this disease. I never want to leave the house anymore, and I know that's worrying Pete, but I don't have the energy. I can't eat most things otherwise I'll throw it up. Pete is finally catching on to something, but he doesn't know I'm dying.

He convinces me to go to the grocery store today and as we are getting ready to go, my knees buckle and I fall down the steps, slamming my head on the railing. Pete runs over to me, and I can tell he's about to cry.
"Oh my gosh, Tricky, are you okay?!" He asks and I shake my head, tears in my eyes. I was fine from the fall, but I can't get up. My legs won't work.
"I'll call an ambulance-"
"They can't help" I interrupt. He looks at me with a worried expression.
"Did you fall because you are sick?" He asks and I nod. He looks at me again, "tell me everything Patrick" he whispers. I shake my head. I grab the box from the back of my pocket and open it. The ring was in it.
"Before I do Petey, I need to say something. I love you more than anything, and I always will. I'm not good at these things, but will you do me the honor of being my husband?" I ask and he nods. We kiss passionately and afterwards he looks at me.
"Please tell me what's wrong" he whispers and I nod.
"I am dying Pete. I was diagnosed with a terminal illness a month ago and basically the disease is causing my body to eat itself alive. I have one month to live still. In the end I won't be able to do anything by myself. Right now I can't walk, I am always tired, I don't have the energy for anything, and I can barely eat anything without vomiting. I'm so sorry" I say crying into his chest. I feel his arms wrap around me, and his tears dampening my shirt. He takes my face into his hands.
"I'm going to make this the best month of your life, despite this illness of yours, okay?" He says softly and I nod.

Three Weeks Later:

Pete brought home my favorite foods every night. He always cuddles me before I fall asleep. For the past two days I've been miserable. I haven't left my bed and barely talked. I can't pick anything up on my own anymore. I have been drifting in and out of consciousness so much I don't know what's a dream and what's not. Pete is there every single second, whether it was in my dreams or in real life. I never had nightmares, they were always peaceful, happy dreams.

~Dream~

Pete walked over to me. We were in a strange place that had many trees that were covered in snow.
"Morning sleepy" he says smiling and he gets down next to me, kissing me, which caused me to giggle. A smile spread across my face as he pulled me up.
"Come on, we are going somewhere special!" He exclaims and I follow him. We run down the hill to find a bunch of gingerbread houses. It was magical.
"Since it's almost Christmas I wanted to take you here" he whispers in my ear.

Pete POV:

I watched Patrick as he slept. He was getting worse and worse, but he always looked so peaceful when he slept. I hear a giggle escape from his lips and then he smiled. Even his smile looks different now that he's sick.

About ten hours later he starts to wake up. I rush over to him. I don't ever want to leave his side, because I know one day he won't be here anymore. He looks over to me.
"I'm gonna throw up...." He chokes out. I nod and grab him a trash can, sitting him up. He does and I was horrified by what happened. The only thing that escapes his mouth was blood. No no no no no. It can't be time please no.
"Pete...." Patrick mumbles and I snap back into reality.
"Yes baby?" I whisper in his ear.
"I'm afraid. I am dying and I'm scared" he says and starts crying.
"Baby, I will be here with you until the very end, I promise Pattycakes" I coo.
"Take me to the hospital....please. I'm dying. It hurts bad" he cries out. His breathing was different, very short and quick. I knew he was right, but I couldn't lose him yet. I nod and pick him up, cradling him in my grasp. I rush to the car and then rush to the hospital. I carry him in and the doctors get him into a room right away. They set him in a bed, and I sit right next to him. He was slowly losing consciousness and I knew he would never wake up.
"I love you so much Patrick. I always will, no matter where you are" I say in tears.
"I love you too...." He mumbles before slipping into a permanent slumber. I see his heart monitor slow down and then it stops. I start sobbing, hugging onto him for the last time. I love you Pattycakes. Forever and always.

Two Weeks Later:

I just got back from his funeral. So many people said they were here for me, but I needed Patrick. I walk in my back yard and a cardinal flies down to the bush next to me. It looks straight at me and I feel Patrick close to me again. Patrick, is that you?