Sick (Peterick AU)

Jesus Christ, That's a Pretty Face

I hope you can tell but the chapter titles are all song lyrics from different bands and somehow I'm making them fit into the story??? I'm literally just titling the chapter and hoping for the best as I write. °∆°

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I check my calander after I finish breakfast in my room. Saturday, February 27. From what Ryan tells me, things are finally beginning to warm up.

Things are going good since my ugly fit last week. Pete and I had been talking a lot more, since we hardly have anything else to do. We've found out that we have a lot in common. Music taste, book genres, foods, and such.

I'm happy. Genuinely happy for the first time in almost five months.
When Ryan comes in, I hug him as a greeting. He seems surprised, and them chuckles. He lightly squeezes me as well.

"Someone's happy," he muses, smiling. I nod, returning the gesture. "Go ahead and sit, so we can check your iron and everything."

I do so quickly, swinging my feet as I sit, as a child would. Ryan's smile widens and his dark eyes adopt a golden glint that they were void of not half a minute ago. As he checks and changes out the bag for my IV, he hums a song I don't think I've heard before.

"What song is that?" I blurt out.

"Hmm? You Be the Anchor that Keeps My Feet On the Ground, I'll Be the Wings that Keep Your Heart in the Clouds. It's by Mayday Parade."

"Don't think I've ever heard of it."

"Do you want me to sing it for you?"
I nod eagerly and grin up at him. He has a really nice voice. He clears his throat and begins.

"Well honestly I have been begging for answers, that you and only you can give to me..."

It sounds really nice. I pay special attention to the lyrics, making sure I catch every single one of them. I quickly realize that the lyrics are rather sad. Beautiful, and definitely poetic, but depressing all the while. I enjoy it quite a bit though. After Ryan gets through the second chorus, I hear the door click open. Ryan abruptly stops singing.

I twist to see who it is. It's Pete. I send him a wide grin, allowing it to reach my eyes.

He does the same in my direction. He then faces Ryan. "Sorry, I didn't know if anyone else was in here." Ryan halfheartedly smiles.

"You're fine, come on in. I'm almost finished." To my dismay, Ryan doesn't start singing again, but I don't blame him; I'm not entirely comfortable singing around people either. Or, people I don't know very well, at least.

I think I could sing for Pete, though. We've become kind of close over the past two weeks, and seeing as he is one of the only three people I make any effort to communicate with anymore, he's one of my best friends.

Besides Ryan, of course.

"Okay," Ryan speaks first, interrupting my thoughts. "You've been responding well to this new medicine, so we're gonna keep you on it for a while longer." He pauses to make sure he has my attention. I nod. "Make sure you take your Nerium soon. As far as I can tell, it's been working." I nod again, offering up a small grin so he knows I'm listening. "Okay then, I'll leave you two up to whatever it is you want to do. Don't forget the Nerium, Pat." He punctuates the last sentence as he moves under the doorframe.