A little trigger warning
Jess POV;
I ended up leaving the hospital, I wasn't allowed out the actual grounds though. I wanted to walk, let the wind blow my hair off my face. I didn't want to come out alone, I took Patrick. The nurses didn't want me walking alone either what with everything that's happened in the past couple hours.
The air had a sharp chill in it, causing me to shiver. The hospital grounds were quiet, except for the odd person stood smoking outside an entrance.
"Are you okay?" Asked Patrick, his voice dripping with grief, I sighed. I didn't want him to worry anymore so kept my answer short and simple.
"I'm fine, how are you?"
"I'm... okay." He answered, I could tell he wasn't but I could also tell he wasn't in the right mind for me to ask him loads of questions about everything and nothing.
We carried on walking, this time in silence. Not once did we cast a glance to each other. Neither of us were okay and we both knew we weren't.
The cold breeze started to pick up, blowing my hair over my face, I wanted to feel free but even outside with the cold air blowing against my face I felt trapped. I used to let all my thoughts be taken away by the wind back home but now, with everything that's happened while touring the UK, I've became worse, more worse off than I thought I was before the tour.
Home had became an option in my brain but home had also gone straight out my mind, I didn't want to go back there. I didn't want to stay here. I no longer had a getaway, I felt trapped more trapped than I ever have.
"What's on your mind?" Patrick asked, pulling me to sit on a bench with him. I just shrugged, staring off into the small forest of trees that were across the road.
"Nothing." I said blankly, no emotion whatsoever.
"I know when something is wrong Jess, please tell me." He begs, staring in the same direction as I was, letting out a deep, thoughtful sigh.
"Nothing's wrong." I'm utterly unaware of the amount of emotions I accidentally put into those two words because before I know it, hot tears are streaming down my pale face, staining my skin as strangled sobs escape my pink lips.
"Jess, come here." Patrick whispers, pulling me close to him, resting his chin on the top of my head, stroking random strands.
"I don't know what to do. I saw so many things today. I'm scared." I find myself saying, he lets out a sad sigh and carries on the same stroking method.
"I lost someone today and despite not seeing what you saw and went through, I know how you feel, please don't give up." He randomly says, Joe told me once about the time Patrick nearly gave up with everything. It saddens me a lot to think I wouldn't have Patrick if he actually did what he was gonna do.
"I'm glad you didn't give up." Was all I could say as a huge lump grew in my throat.
"I'm here for you if you need me."
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Patrick and I sat for a solid 30 minutes outside, not talking about anything really just sitting and watching the night go by.
The outside grew darker and eventually we decided to go back in, we walked back in complete and utter silence. It wasn't awkward though, it was a soothing and relaxed silence, the silence that you are just happy to have that person's presence.
"Do you want Joe to stay tonight or me?" Patrick asked quietly.
"I don't want to stay in the hospital." I huffed, staring at the dark clouds above, watching them make different shapes and stories.
"They're trying to help you Jess, they want to check on you for the night." Sighed Patrick in despair. "Please Jess, let them."
I had nothing to say back to his words, the complete and utter begging in his voice made me want to stay at the hospital just out of sympathy, not just for Patrick but for Joe, Andy, Pete, Dallon, Kenney, Brendon, Meagan.
We carried on walking in silence until we came to the south entrance of the hospital. The doors slid open, creating a slight screech against the rubber around the door. The corridor was empty, the shops were obviously all closed, the place felt deserted, no person was anywhere to be seen.
We walked for another 5 minutes through windy corridors back to the ward I was on earlier.
"Jess, we thought you and Patrick had ran away." Laughed Meagan, putting a soft hand on my small shoulder.
"Like we'd do that." Laughed Patrick. "We were only gone for like, half an hour."
"Longer than that." Chimes in Joe.
"Yeah well..." Laughs Patrick.
"Tour?" I asked, wondering what they had done about the tour with everything that happened tonight.
"We cancelled it, told everyone that they will be sent out another sent of tickets when we release the dates again." Says Andy, standing up from the chair.
"oh okay, did you explain what happened?"
"Well, kind of." Joe sighed. "We just said they'd been family issues."
"When are we flying back?" I asked, I didn't know if I wanted to go home or not. I wanted to go home so I could think we had gotten away and left Jack here but I also didn't want to go home because I knew my parents would question everything and I wasn't ready for their shit, I never will be.
"We're flying back on the date we are meant to fly back, we have to stay to help the Police with further enquiries." Answered Joe, walking backwards and taking a seat.
"Oh." Was all I could think of. I had no safe place anymore, there was nowhere to get away to anymore. No way out except... no. I couldn't do that. It'd hurt Joe too much. I couldn't do it anymore though.
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Sorry for not updating much, I have no excuse other than writers block which is why this chapter is so shitty, I'm also working on a Calum Hood fanfic that I don't plan on posting for a while though.
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Fanfiction!Trigger Warning! Jess Trohman, Joe Trohman's younger sister, Joe's in a famous band, Fall Out Boy, you'd think her life was perfect, right? Behind that smile, behind those eyes, lays a secret that not even her caring and close brother knows ©2015 b...
