We're Mental, So What? (A Pete Wentz Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four - Don't Let Them Get To You

*4 WEEKS LATER*

I sat on Pete's lap in the rather large lounge area and he pulled me in for a hug. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him but there were other patients and nurses here, so it would be a bit strange. Pete had just come back from a private session with the therapist. I knew he was hiding something from me but no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't spill. He kept saying, "Later, when we're alone together." I always smiled when he said 'alone together', it was a comforting thing to hear from him. Patrick told us to go back to our room so he could give Pete his medication. I didn't see why he couldn't do it in front of everyone like the rest of the nurses did. I followed as Pete started to put his hands on his ears, looking very uncomfortable. I put my hand on his shoulder and tried calming him down. The voices were obviously getting to him. Me and Patrick guided him while giving him soothing messages even though we knew for a fact he couldn't hear us because of the voices. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" he muttered. I took him over to the chair in the middle of the room and he sat with his knees under his chin, still saying, "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"Pete, don't let them get to you. It's not real. Patrick!" I looked over at him and found him fiddling with the bottle. He eventually popped it open and I turned around as he gave Pete the pills. I just couldn't deal with seeing Pete like that, knowing I couldn't do anything about it. Pete's screams of, "Shut up!" soon ceased and he and Patrick were, once again, locked in a hug. They were always hugging after Pete took his meds, Pete said somehow it made it easier to swallow. The stopped hugging and I turned back around and was suddenly very dizzy. I placed the palm of my hand on my forehead and sat down on the chair next to the desk. Pete looked at me with a very worried expression and I told him and Patrick I was fine. The next thing I know, I try to stand up and fall, Pete catching me just before I hit the ground and black out.

I wake up in the nurses room, the doctor standing over me and Pete's hand in mine. "Bella!" Pete said breathlessly. Patrick is over in the corner, talking to the nurse and giving me quick glances every now and again. I look at Pete and I saw a flash of love in his comforting and worried eyes. Then I glanced over at the doctor as he started talking to me. "Miss Muerte, I'm afraid we have some bad news." he said sadly.

"And what would that be?" I asked him.

"Well, you have anemia." Pete told me sadly. I tightened the grip I had on his hand and let the tears roll down my pale face. Pete squeezed my hand back and kissed the back of it.

"You're going to need a blood transfusion and this very caring boy has offered to give you some of his." The doctor filled me in on the plan, pointing to Pete when he said, 'this very brave boy'. I asked for a minute alone with Pete and the doctor nodded and took the nurse and Patrick with him, leaving us alone in the gleaming room. Pete was wearing his 'LOVE CAN'T SAVE YOU' hoodie again and it reminded me of the day we met. "Why are you doing this Pete?" I asked him once I was sure no one was listening but him.

"Because you know I care about you. I care about you a lot. You've helped me in ways I never imagined possible. I love you." he told me in his sweet, American accent.

"I love you too but you don't have to do this." I said sadly.

"Yes I do. Maybe love can't save you, but I can."

"Oh my God, that is the cheesiest thing you have ever said!" I said playfully. He laughed and I nodded. "Thank you. I love you so much." I removed the oxygen mask that was around my nose and mouth and pressed my lips to his. I had learned to carry around a packet of tissues because of the make-up thing. I took one of them out and took the black lipstick off of his face, as I had done so many times before. "I love you too." he said happily. The doctor, nurse and Patrick came back in after some more soppy crap. They said the ambulance was here to take me for the transfusion. Pete walked beside me, our hands still locked.

All of the other patients were staring at us but I didn't care. They knew we were getting out of this prison to go into another one. I walked into the back of the ambulance and clambered onto the bed. Pete sat on one side of me while Patrick sat on the other. We were driven to the hospital in silence. My eyes were constantly on Pete, and his were constantly on me. Since Patrick was okay with the relationship we didn't have to hide the fact here. Apart from our room, this was the only place we didn't have to hide. I suddenly thought about what was going to happen when we got to the hospital.

They said I needed an injection so I could be put to sleep, but there's a problem with that. I have a massive fear of needles. I started thinking about the long and sharp metal that they would pierce into my skin and started sobbing quietly. Pete sensed something was wrong and saw me sobbing. He asked me what was wrong in a whisper and I told him. He kissed my cheek, pulled me into a hug and said everything was going to be okay. I believed him but was still dreading the needles that were waiting for us. I didn't cry again until after the procedure. We arrived at the hospital about 2 minutes after my small breakdown and I tensed up. Pete's grip on my hand got tighter and I remembered what he said, 'Everything is going to be okay, don't worry. I'll be here when you go to sleep and I'll be here when you wake up.'

I was taken to a room where the procedure would be taken, but they had to take Pete's blood first. This happened while I was sitting right next to him. Patrick was told to wait in the hall and walked out with a concerned look on his face. I couldn't look at Pete while they were taking his blood so I turned away, but with his free hand, Pete turned my head so I was now looking at him. "I love you." he said with a smile.

"I love you too." I smiled back, when I felt something stick into my arm. I looked down and saw a needle being pulled out of my wrist. I almost screamed but had this overwhelming sense of tiredness. Pete gave me a cheeky smile and then said, "See you in a few hours, love." And with that I was knocked out and in a slumber. I dreamed of Pete. Sounds a bit creepy, but I did.

I awoke what appeared to be 3 hours later and saw Pete, asleep by my side. I noticed Patrick in the corner, also asleep. I smiled at them both and then looked at the clock. It was past midnight. Patrick dropped his phone so I slowly got out of bed and picked it up off the floor. It was a text from Gerard. I read it, even though I felt kind of bad reading it but I'm a curious bitch like that.

Patrick! I need to know how Bella's transfusion went and why you three aren't back yet! Text me back ASAP!

I put the phone on his lap and slowly went back over to my bed. As I was covering myself with the duvet Pete whispered, "I'm still awake." which startled me. He smirked and I giggled. He kissed my cheek and said, "Go back to sleep love, we'll go back tomorrow morning." he smiled.

"Not until you tell me what you've been hiding." I whispared to him. He had obviously been hiding something and I needed to know what it was. He sighed and covered his face with his hands. When he looked back up he looked me straight in the eyes with a sad look plastered to his face.

"Everyone think's I'm ready to leave the mental hospital. They said I have to go in 4 weeks. You have helped me in so many ways and I am so greatful but... I can't stay anymore. I'm sorry for leaving you." he gushed. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes at the thought of him leaving. I couldn't speak, couldn't think. He told me he still hears 2 voices, so why was he leaving if there were still 2 to get rid of?

Author's Note:

Hey guys! Sorry about the shortness of this chapter but I want to leave it on a cliffhanger-kinda-thing. Look forward to the next chapter!