Peterick Oneshots

I Hope He Knows I Care

Patrick POV:

"Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright" I finish singing.
"That's a wrap for today!" Someone shouts so we all get ready to go home. Joe, Pete, and Andy were talking so I decide to slip out. I don't want to talk to anyone. I walk home and head to my bed. I crawl under the covers as my phone keeps going off.

Later that night at 2 AM, I finally drag myself out of bed. I walk down to the docks in town, sobs racking my body. I slowly pull out my phone and call Pete.
"Hey Patrick, woah dude, what's wrong?"
"I'm g-going to die tonight. Don't save m-me" I choke out.
"Where are you? Patrick tell me now! Please!"
"The d-docks. Goodbye, Pete" I mumble and hang up. I walk towards the deep water and jump in. The last thing I remember is seeing a figure jump in the water. I'm not even sure if they are human, it must be my imagination.

Pete POV:

I was sitting at the docks when Patrick called, believe it or not. I see him from a distance and as soon as he jumps in, I realize it actually is him. I run towards him and jump in the water. When I get to him I notice he had weights tied to his feet. He was completely unconscious. I slowly drag him up and when I get to the top I'm gasping for air, throwing up on the deck. I crawl to Patrick and drag him fully onto the deck. I call 911 and then start CPR.

By the time the ambulance got there, Patrick was still barely breathing. I couldn't get much water out of his lungs. Water came out of his mouth slowly, but it wasn't fast enough. Please save him.

After we get to the hospital, the doctors get the water out of Patrick's lungs. He was in a hospital bed now, an IV hooked up in his arm. I told our manager about what happened and they said for me to make sure someone was with him at all times. So I didn't leave.

I always went to the docks at night, but no one was ever there. I used it to get away from the problems of the world, as an escape kind of. Did Patrick go there usually too and I just didn't notice?

Six hours later, Patrick woke up. He looks over at me and starts to sob.
"Hey 'Trick, hey it'll be okay, shhhh it'll be okay" I whisper, knowing that I would be lying if I said it was okay. Because it's not. I sit on the edge of the bed and hold him in my arms. All I know is that I will be here for him every step of the way. Because believe it or not, I have a crush on my best friend, Patrick Stump.

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