Patrick Stump Imagines

Calm Before The Storm (Part 3)

My eyes opened to the candescent light shining over my body as the rebarbative sound of the heart rate monitor kept on going repeatedly. I heard some pairs of feet jump up and take a look at my body, their shadows blocking the light. My trucker hat and glasses were out of sight and I my left forearm was completely covered in gauze bandages. I heard a lady gasp, someone scream and someone hug me, but I couldn't quite register what was happening.

A bunch of people who I guess were doctors surged in the room, holding clipboards and some restraining my body. I started coughing loudly as my body lifted up with every time I respired. There was a ghostly embrace all over me—as if people weren't the only souls there. Blood started running from my nose as I breathed but I guess my mind was somewhere else to be aware enough to panic.

"Patrick, come with me," a feminine voice whispered to me in one corner. She was wearing a white dress with (Y/H/C) hair over her shoulders and I swear, I saw a goddess. She seemed nice enough to be trusted so I liffed my good arm up, only to discover that my nosebleeds have stopped and my left arm was alright. I gasped in shock as I could finally stand up and my legs weren't in casts. She saw my state and smiled as we both walked out of the room, the once-beeping monitor slowly stopping with every step I took. It was a peculiar feeling, but nevertheless it felt amazing; to be completely free of anything hanging from your back.

"Where are we going?" I asked the lady beside me. She smiled and looked around the halls as people passed by, ignoring the both of us. Then I realized—she was the same girl who got me where I currently am. A wave of anxiousness washed over my face as another light started flashing, but this time, it was a strobe light. She took my hand and touched it as every contact of our skin, mine turned white and I was fading. A nurse came running from my hospital room and ventured into the fatal care room as I saw my body on the bed, barely breathing in. My mother was crying as my brother was trying to console her which was the most painful thing to watch in my whole existence. Then I managed to put all of the clues together.

"You planned this," I accused the girl who let go of my hand with her mouth supressed into a smirk. I started shaking my head in hopes to wake up from this catastrophe, but it was no use. This was reality and I had nothing to do but live with it—no pun intended. "The story, the party, th-the hiding and the chase, it was all planned."

She started pulling me to the direction of the light as I heard the heart rate monitor slowly go flat as both my mother and brother collapsed on the door of the room. Pete banged loudly on the other door, trying to convince the doctors to let him in. I tried pulling away from her grasp to get back to my body and keep myself from dying, but she held me tight until I was nowhere I could remember.

The lights were bright and nothing was imperfect. Everything was in place as if the place has never been touched.

"Welcome to my world, Patrick," she whispered in my ear. There I knew that I could never go back.