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Chapter 6

Petes POV

As my boys were watching Nightmare Before Christmas, my phone went off. It was an unknown number but I answered it anyways.

Hello? I say in a skeptic tone.
"Hello, I am Dr. Urie in regards for Peter Wentz?" A man asks
"This is him.." I slowly say as I go to the kitchen.
"Mr. Wentz, your husband is here with me at the hospital. He was hit by a drunk driver and is in critical condition. We currently have him on life support."
I froze. My husband.... Critical condition... Life support...
"O-okay... Can I see him?" I stutter. In obvious shock.
"Yes sir. You may come see him." Dr. Urie says his goodbyes and I do too. I automatically call Andy. Hoping he's at home or atleast Joe was so they could watch my boys.
"Heyyyy Pete!" Andy begins
"Andy. I need you to watch the boys. Patrick's in the hospital and I need to get there" I frantically say.
"Joes home right now. I'll be home in a few. We need kid practice anyways" he laughs "but seriously I hope Patrick's okay."
I thank him and scoop up Declan and Saint. Also grabbing their bags and their stuffed animals. I sped to Joe and Andy's house. Hugging them tightly as I gave them to Joe.
"Call me if you need me" I say quickly
Joe nods as he holds Declan and Saint in his arms.
I once again speed to the hospital and run to the lady at the desk.
"Patrick Wentz. Room number. Now. Please." I pant
"Room 403." She smiles
I cringe at the number. I run to his room and slowly open the door. Collapsing into the small chair next to my husband. There's tubes everywhere. I sob as I grab his hand. Holding tightly, begging for him to wake up and tell me this was just one sick joke.
I'd give anything just to make sure he's going to be okay. Please be okay.

The constant beeping drove me insane. I shouldn't need a monitor to tell me if his heart is okay. I should be able to do what I always did, just cuddle against him and hear the beauty of his heart. His heart beat was a melody that I could dance to. It was the key to our family. It shouldn't be substituted for a monotone beep. I sigh and curl into a ball. Still clinging to Patrick's hand. A few hours later Dr. Urie came in.
He had a comforting smile.
"So, he has gotten better" he says in a hopeful tone.
I nod and reply with a weak smile
"Mr. Wentz, in the case of if he does not get better, life support can only be supplied for 2 months. I am aware of the small family you have at home. You shouldn't spend all your time with Patrick, I understand he's your husband but your children need you as well. They are welcome here." He smiles and pats my shoulder.
"Thank you." I say quietly
Dr. Urie nods and begins checking things for Patrick. I quietly begin to break down. This cannot be happening.
After Dr. Urie leaves, I call Andy to check up on my babies. If I didn't , I know Patrick would kill me. He cares so much about them.

Andy's POV

Children are so cute. Except for when they've been raised by the Wentz's. I don't know what they feed these things but I hope Pete and Patrick come back to take them! Declan wasn't that much of a problem, he just drooled everywhere and occasionally screamed for no damn reason.
Then there's Saint, oh if only he was a Saint. He is quite the troublemaker. He reminds me of Pete.
Joe has Saint on his lap and I'm holding Declan. As quickly as it happened. Saint is on top of Joe and yelling "uncle Woe Froman!!"
I laughed at the new nickname. I told him to cut his fro. He thought it was a fashion statement.
Then Saint came to me with pleading eyes
" Uncle Andwy and Uncle Woe can we go to the park?"
I nod and strap both of the kids into their car seats. Then we went to the park. Hopefully that would kill some of this kids energy.
A group of ladies came past us as we were playing with Declan
"Ohmygosh! He's so precious! You two are such cute dads!" They squeal
Saint quickly runs and sits on Joe's lap. The women squeal more.
Joe and I just smile and play with the boys.
"Ya know, I wouldn't mind a girl" Joe jokes.
I smile "a little miss Trohman would be perfect."
What have the Wentz's done to us?