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Chapter 9

Patrick's POV

1 month and 6 hospital visits later... I'm starting to hate my daily life and I'm currently regretting on marrying a stubborn man.

"Peeeeettteee!" I whine as I reach out my arms for Declan
Pete sighs and gives a small smile "Patrick he's sick. I'm not losing you just because you want cuddles. I'll cuddle you later"
I frown as he takes the small child upstairs and into his nursery.
"Daddy.." Saint slowly says as he crawls into my lap. I hummed in response
" why can't you cuddles withs Decwan?" He looks up with his blue eyes to meet mine. I give a small smile "cause daddy Pete won't let me!" I laugh.
Saint quickly scrambles off my lap and into Declan's nursery. I quietly sit as I hear small voices.
"He can't Saint! Let Declan go!" Pete squeals. Trying not to lose his temper

"Daddy wants Decwan!" Saint screams. Running into my arms and beginning to cry. I soothe him by rubbing his back whilst rocking him.
Pete slowly comes out of the bright nursery and sits next to me with a fake pout. I lightly kiss him on the cheek as I carry Saint to his bed, as he had fallen asleep.

----- skipping a day cause ye -------

Petes POV

I wake up to small sniffles and sneezing.
Patrick was sick. I quickly grab some medicine and give it to him.
"I don't want it!" He protested
I growl as I check his temperature and shove the pills into his mouth. "101.2" I mutter as I pull him out of bed.
Patrick whines as I pull clothes onto him and begin to call Joe. I'm not willing to lose him this easily.

Luckily Joe comes quickly and I drag Patrick out of the house. " Pete I don't want to go" Patrick says whilst sniffling.
"Patrick i don't want to lose you" I answer

Dr. Urie quickly checks Patrick in and settles us into a room. Telling us that he'd be in shortly.
What I couldn't understand was that I kept Declan away from Patrick. So how was he sick?
"Patrick Wentz! Did you sneak to cuddle Declan?" I say sternly
Patrick frowns and weakly nods. I hold my head in my hands and growl. All I could ask is why.
"I-I missed him. I'm so-rry" Patrick says as he begins to cry. I stand up and hold him close. Patrick begins to cough. I begin to worry more.

"Good news.." Dr. Urie says " Patrick has the beginning of the flu, bad news... This is going to hit him hard since his illness"
My head is spinning, I can't function. I just cling to Patrick's hand as Dr. Urie talks. Knowing that this could be our last visit together, I may walk out of this hospital alone. Alone with Saint and Declan. Alone in our house. Alone with our remembrance of a wedding, A beautiful wedding. That had brought us as one.

Patrick began to cough more and he quickly covered his mouth. Running into the bathroom. I quickly followed as he tries to hide.... Blood.