Pete P.O.V.
It's been a week, and Patrick still hasn't woken up.
The doctors put him in a medically induced coma so he could heal.
He hasn't moved or shown any sign of life. If it wasn't for the heart monitor beside his bed, I would think he was dead.
I'm starting to lose hope.
Elisa arrived the day after I woke up. She asked me told hold Declan outside the room while she saw Patrick. She didn't want their son to see his father like that.
Marie showed up the same day. Her and Joe said they were going out for a bit to get some fresh air. Luckily, their nanny could watch Ruby for a while on short notice.
Meagan didn't come until a few days later. She wanted come right when I called her, but I insisted she finish her job. She had a shoot in Paris, so Saint was with my parents. Bronx was with Ashlee.
Brendon arrived first. He seemed really flustered and worried. Sarah was with him, looking very tired and like she had been trying to calm Brendon down since they got on the plane.
Today seemed like any other day. I was sitting on a chair next to Patrick's bed (where I had been for the past seven days). Andy had taken Joe to get one last check up. Meagan was sitting on the floor in front of me, her head resting on my lap. Elisa was in the corner of the room, Declan asleep in her arms. Marie was at a hotel nearby. Brendon and Sarah went out to eat and get away from the hospital for a bit.
I was stroking Meagan's hair. We were holding hands. Suddenly, Patrick starting convulsing. Meagan shot up, and so did I. Elisa ran out of the room to get a doctor, carefully setting Declan in the crib the hospital had provided.
Patrick was shaking uncontrollably. Veins were popping out of his neck. His complexion had gone from grey to a dark pink. He was covered in sweat.
Doctors and nurses rushed in and pushed Meagan and I out of the way. "He's seizing!" one of them shouted.
Oh god.
The doctors put an oxygen mask over his face and stuck another IV in his arm, but Patrick didn't stop thrashing.
Declan had woken up from all the commotion. He started crying, loud. Like, he was having a tantrum. Elisa shot a worried look at Patrick and went to sooth Declan. But suddenly, Patrick's eyes shot open. He stopped thrashing. His skin tone went back to pale. He looked really confused. He seemed really overwhelmed by the amount of people in the room.
"D-Declan?" he stuttered quietly, in a whisper.
Now it was my turn to push the doctors out of the way. I ran to Patrick and grabbed his hand, then pulled him into a hug. One of his arms wrapped around me, but the one wrapped in bandages stayed limp on the bed. I pulled away and Patrick looked at his arm confused. His shoulder twitched, but his arm remained still. He looked at me, fear and confusion in his eyes.
His doctor walked up and took the oxygen mask off of my friend's face. "Well, Mr. Stump, you gave us quite a scare."
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Patrick P.OV.
I was asleep.
Everything ached. My arm still felt like it was on fire. The drugs they were pumping into my body did nothing to help.
I could hear whispering in the room I was in. Suddenly, the pain in my body amplified. It felt like I was in the fire again. My head felt like it was going to burst and crack open.
I felt a needle being shoved into my arm and a mask being placed on my face. I could feel people around me panicking. Suddenly, I heard crying. And not just any crying. My son crying.
I was causing this! I had to stop. I was making my baby upset. It took everything in me to stop thrashing around. I opened my eyes and was surrounded by doctors and nurses.
I heard my son crying. Where the hell is he?!
"D-Declan?" I said weakly. It took a lot of effort just to say that.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around me. I knew this smell. He smells like leather and honey.
Pete.
I tried to throw my arms around him, but only one arms obeyed my commands. Pete pulled away and I looked at my arm. It was wrapped thickly in bandages, and it was still burning. I tried to move it, but it didn't budge.
What the fuck? Why wasn't my arm working?
A doctor walked to my bed and took the oxygen mask off my face. "Well, Mr. Stump, you gave us quite a scare."
The majority of the doctors and nurses left the room. My doctor, Dr. Evans I learned his name was, explained everything to me.
Apparently I had something called acute carbon monoxide poisoning... Whatever that is. Also, my arm was out of use for a while and my head was fucked up.
I didn't really pay attention, the nausea was starting to catch up to me. I tried to focus on the doctor's voice, but my head hurt. My arm was burning. My vision was starting to swim. Suddenly, I felt whatever they had been pumping into my stomach start to come back up.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked quickly.
Pete pointed behind him and I jumped up, not caring about the dizziness or pain. I ran to the toilet and emptied my stomach. Soon enough, I was just dry heaving and loving life.
Pete patted me back and the doctor looked sadly from the door. "Vomiting is one of the symptoms of acute carbon monoxide poisoning. With the right medication, you should be fine in a couple days," he said.
"Good to know," I mumbled.
Pete helped me up and half carried me back to my bed. I laid down, suddenly cold. I started shivering and pulled the blankets over my body.
I saw Elisa holding Declan in the corner of the room, looking scared. I didn't want her to see me like this. "Elisa, honey, go back to a hotel or something. I don't want you or Dec seeing me like this."
She looked reluctant, but nodded. She walked to my bed and kissed me forehead. "I love you, 'Trick," she whispered.
I held her hand with my working one. "I love you too, El. Keep Declan safe. I'll get better soon. I promise."
We touched foreheads, then she walked out of the room. I leaned back in the bed, exhausted and in pain.
Pete sat on the chair next to me. "Pete, please go get some sleep. I'll be fine," I said.
"No, sir, 'Tricky. I'm staying here until you get better," I started to protest, but he cut me off. "Don't try to fight me, Patrick. I'm. Staying."
It was fruitless to argue, so I just sat back, feeling nauseous again.
