A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

Impossible Year Part 1

A/N: Warning- mentions of suicide, cutting, etc. For your own safety, please do not read if you are triggered by things of these sort.

Patrick's POV

Patrick,
Honey, please don't freak out when you see me... it's for the best. I can't do this anymore. My life is falling apart. My parents have been dead for a while, considering they are much older than me. My only sibling has died in a car crash. I haven't seen you in over three months. My depression is much worse. I'm having Panic! attacks on a daily basis. It's becoming really hard to live. It's been an Impossible Year for me. I can't do this anymore, baby. I can't. Patrick, you can do so, so, so much better than me. Find somebody new. Treat them like you treat me. Love them as you love me.
I love you <3
- Y/N

     My eyes were the size of the moon by the time I finished reading the note. Y/N didn't do what I think she did... did she?
     I dashed to our bedroom. There she was, lying on our carpet, looking as lifeless as a rag doll. My breath came heavier, faster. This couldn't be happening. Yet my worst nightnare was right before my eyes. I got on the floor and cradled Y/N's head in my lap. I let the sob building up for the past few minutes.
"Why, Y/N, why would you do this to yourself?" I cried.
I knew I needed call 911, so I did. Then I texted the guys in a group chat.

Me: Guys? Can you come over now? Please, it's an emergency
Pete: I'm heading over rn
Joe: Same
Andy: Me three
Me: Thnks guys

     About twenty minutes later, the three of them, along with the ambulance, were at my house. As the paramedics (A/N: Is it paramedics that are in the ambulance? I don't fucking know😂) put Y/N in the back of the ambulance, the guys helped me pack an overnight bag for the hospital.
     "I'm scared, guys. What if she's not going to be okay?!"
     Pete put a hand on my back."It'll be okay. Everything's going to work out."
     "But what if it doesn't?!" I cried."What if she dies?!"
     "Patrick, you can't think that way," Andy said softly."Think positive."
     "I can't when my wife is on her death bed!"
     "Mr. Stump," one of the paramedics asked,"would you like to ride in the ambulance-"
"Yes," I sniffled.
"We'll meet you at the hospital," Pete said softly.
"See you there," I mumbled.
"Patrick, things will work out," Pete insisted.
"I sure hope so."

A/N: I know that was hella short, but I will be posting the second part ASAP.