Sanity (Peterick)

18

Pete's POV

"Pete?" I heard a voice say while shaking my arm, "Pete wake up,"

I reluctantly sit up and I see Patrick sitting at the side of my bed.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It's almost noon. I've been up since six thirty and I'm bored," he said.

"Oh geez I didn't mean to sleep in this late,"

"I think you missed breakfast, but it's okay. I heard they were having that really bad oatmeal again,"

"Yeah, I'd rather miss that. But why were you up so early?"

"Brendon wanted to talk,"

"Oh, wasn't something bad, was it?"

"No, no. Everything's fine,"

"Good,"

"He did tell me that my condition was improving, though. Did you happen to notice any change?"

"Well I noticed that Benjamin has not come out lately,"

"Yeah, that's what he said too. Benjamin used to come out a lot back when I was at my mom's place,"

"But that's great that you're getting better, Patrick,"

"Yeah,"

To be honest, I loved the fact that Pat was getting better, but it makes me wonder if he's gonna have to leave soon. It's selfish, I know, but I love him. And I don't want him to go.

"So are you just gonna keep doing what your doing? With the meds I mean,"

"Yeah, I am. But I want to ask you something,"

"Go ahead,"

"Why did you tell Brendon about my eating problem?"

"Is that what he talked to you about, too?"

"Yeah,"

"Patrick.. Look, I was only concerned about you,"

"But you promised,"

"I know, I'm sorry. I really am,"

Patrick didn't look angry, he just looked disappointed. That's one of the last things I want him to feel. Especially towards me.

"I accept your apology, Pete, but it was just really hard to talk to him about it. And now I'm gonna have to talk about it every time I see him,"

"What did he tell you anyway? If it's okay to ask,"

"He said that this was not the right way to go to lose weight, stuff like that. He basically just asked me a bunch of questions, though,"

He adjusted himself so that he was sitting cross legged in front of me.

"I don't know.." He said.

"You don't know what?"

"I don't know how to feel right now,"

"Well.. Maybe you should feel happy that your getting closer to solving your eating problems,"

"Maybe.. But for some reason I'm not, I kinda just feel really anxious,"

I move to sit behind him and rest my cheek on his shoulder.

"Cause, like, I don't want to talk about it to anyone, and what if word gets around the ward? I didn't even want you to know,"

"Patrick, it's okay, I won't say a word and anything you tell Brendon is confidential between you and him. Besides, even if word got out, people here understand. This is a psych ward,"