Sick (Peterick AU)

I Haven't Slept Very Well Since the Last Time that we Spoke

I'm trying to sleep. I really am. There are so many loud noises coming from outside. Even from 10 stories up, I can hear every call for a taxi, every honking car, anything and everything.

I'd much rather be with Pete. If the deep bags under his eyes are any indication, he hasn't been sleeping well either. At least I'd have someone to talk to. All I have here is four walls, a television, and my IV.

Just as it was before Pete walked into my life, there is basically nothing to do in this dumb hospital, at least for someone like me.

I stand, make my way to the window, then pace back to the left edge of my bed. I repeat this action several times before I feel my throat flare up. I decide to sit now, trying to remember how many times I had come to the window exactly; I believe it was thirty-two. Although it might have been more, I dissociated for the last three or so laps.

How its not 2AM yet amazes me, it feels like it should be dawn already. To pass the time I decide to make a list of all the things I would likee to be able to have in here so I wouldn't be so entirely bored.

1. Radio

A radio would definitely make time go faster. Most of the music I hear anymore comes from staying in the cafeteria after hours, or a humming Ryan. I thought for a second, what else?

2. Guitar

That would be really nice. A guitar? What more could an aspiring musician ask for?

3. Deck of cards

This one might be the most realistic one yet. The other two make noise, and could possibly disturb my neighbors. Cards are silent. Cards don't cost $700.

4. Pete

A smile spreads on my face as this one comes to mind. I think that one would be the most enjoyable so far. Yeah, a guitar would mean the world to me, but Pete is my world. Pete is everything.

***

I had given up on my list and decided to just think about Pete. Then I went for a walk before I got to missing him too much. God, it's been six days! Calm yourself, Patrick.

I haven't seen Pete in six days, due to our schedules and blood tests and such. We haven't even been able to eat together because we're both so busy trying not to pass out or die.

Ryan had told me he'd try to get something done about that. He knows how happy I am with Pete. I love that I don't even have to tell Ryan anything, he just seems to know. Ryan is my favorite parent, and technically he's not even close to being my parent.

Parents.

That's something I haven't thought about in a long while. I kind of stopped caring about what happened with them after the day my father came. I guess I was the only reason reason they stayed together, and after I left, well, what was the point? I'm sure he wouldn't mind, right?

I huff now, staring at the digital clock beside my bed. It reads 4:45. The cafeteria opens at 5, and whether or not I want the mushy crap that those people serve, I'm going.

I need something to do. I come to the realization that I stayed up all night. Ryan is going to kill me. I'm not supposed to be awake after 9 because of things with medication, or certain illnesses. Oh well. Its now 4:52, and I think I should just go down there to stop thinking; clear my mind for a bit and just walk.

I pass exactly three people on my way down, and to be honest, I'd rather not be seen today. I feel like a mess.

When I get to the cafeteria, the doors are open. I look at the clock on the wall to see that it's 5:02. Was I really that slow? Dang.