Patrick Stump Imagines

Love, Selfish Love (Alternate Ending)

A/N: I thought that the original ending was weird, so I wrote this. It's not that good, considering that I have a severe case of writer's block and I can't think of any good plot line or plot twists. I hope this makes up for the sucky ending, though!

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You felt sweat run down your forehead as your vision became a blur, seeing nothing but thick clouds of smoke and dust coming from the combustion in the kitchen. You saw Pete try and grab Patrick's hand to get out, but he fought back and ran to you.

"(Y/N), come on! Let's go! You're going to die in here!" he exclaimed.

"No shit, Sherlock," you mumbled with what little breath you had. Suddenly, you felt your body get weaker and weaker before your legs finally gave up, causing you to collapse on the floor. He groaned before carrying you out of the place, running outside while he saw the gleaming lights and alarms of the fire engines fill the atmosphere.

You were knocked unconscious and luckily, there was an ambulance tending people's needs, reviving some people, and helping people breathe. He brought you to the vehicle as a nurse took you into her care.

"She fainted. She has asthma. Go do whatever you can to bring her back, please, anything," he begged as your weak body was put on a gurney, the nurses hooking you up to several machines and giving you enough space to breathe in.

Pete got a glance of his best friend (who was sitting on a corner, crying) and ran to him, trying to calm him down.

"It's (Y/N), isn't it?" the bassist asked. He nodded in response before sucking in a deep, shaky breath.

"I was so insensitive. If I didn't take that ring off, she wouldn't've been in this hell she's in. It's my fault, Pete. It's mine," his voice gradually became softer at the last part until he finally broke, and let everything out.

"I feel so guilty. I'm supposed to be taking care of her, I'm supposed to be her loving husband. But what did I do? I fucking put her in a life-and death situation."

"It's not really a critical—"

"Did I ask?" Patrick retorted. Pete let out an apologetic smile before he let his best friend continue. "I don't know, Pete."

"Everything will be okay, Patrick."