Tell no one. [peterick AU]

Chapter 8: cold

~pete~
I sat in the front seat with Patrick in my arms. He wasn't passed out, but he wasn't entirely here either. "So what exactly happened?" She asked as she started driving toward the hospital. "When they started taking his blood-" I said but she cut me off. "Wait, you actually got him to take his shots? And get blood drawn? Pete, even I can't accomplish that. He has never gotten blood work done. I can only get him to the doctor for shots once a year. He is caught up on his shots. You are a miracle worker." She said. "Well, they were taking his blood, and everything was going fine, and then he told me something was wrong. He started looking really pale, and when I turned around I saw the blood on the ground. There was a crack in the tube, and it was just all pouring into the floor. The nurse told me to take him to the hospital" I said. I heard him make a noise. "Hey 'Trick, were almost to the hospital. Ok?" I said. He reached his hand up and touched my face. "I'm cold Petey" he said. I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around him. "Good night" he said as his eyes fluttered shut. We were all silent for a few minutes. "You're a good kid Pete. I'm glad Patrick has a friend like you." She said. "Can I ask you something?" I asked. "Go ahead." She said. "Well, not really ask. Tell. Can I tell you something?" I asked. "Of course" she said. "Patrick means a lot more to me than a friend" I said. She didn't say anything. "We've been dating for just over a month. And I normally wouldn't tell you. But I don't you to wonder if I act certain ways around him." I said. "Thank you for telling me, but I already knew" she said. "Did Patrick tell you?" I asked. "No. But you have stayed the night enough times. There's been a few times you two had fallen asleep before dinner. I would go up to go get you two, and you would be fast asleep together. I would turn off a movie on occasion, put a blanket on you two, open or close a window. But I wanted you guys to tell me on your own." She said. "Patrick can't know I told you. He would freak. He, well both of us, don't want anyone to know" I said. "It's fine. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." She said. It was silent for a few moments. "I was going to take him to homecoming." I said. "Hey, don't talk like that. He's not going to die. I won't let it. I sure as hell hope you don't. He is living. You are taking him to homecoming. And everything is going to be fine." She said. We were almost to the hospital. She pulled into the front of the ER. "You take him in. Do you have your cellphone on you?" She asked. "Yeah" I said. "I'll call you. I'm going to go park. You take him in. I'll meet you as soon as possible" she said. I got out of the car and started running towards the front door. "Help! Help! I need help!" I yelled. A bunch of people turned their heads. Some nurses started running up with a gurney. I laid him down, but he kept strong hold of my hand. "Sir, what happened?" One nurse asked. "We were at the doctors. He was getting his blood drawn. Something went wrong. Blood was everywhere. We drove him here immediately." I said. They started moving him farther into the hospital. I kept following since he had a tight grip on my hand. "Do you know any of his personal information, or is he a John Doe?" One of the nurses asked. "His name is Patrick Stump. He is 15." I said. "Do you know any relatives?" He asked. "His mom is parking the car. She should be in here soon." I said. His grip on my hand was loosening. "Is he going to die?" I asked. "We're going to do everything in our power to not let that happen" said the nurse. We were soon in a hospital room. They had hooked him up to a few IVs, and within an hour the hectic mess had calmed down. Patrick's mom was there now. "He lost a lot of blood, but he should be fine. I give him six hours and he'll be back to normal." Said the nurse. "Do you want me to drive you home Pete?" Asked Patrick's mom. "I don't want you to have to leave." I said. "You want to stay" she said. "Yeah. I just want to make sure he's ok" I said. "Ok. Well I'm going to call David. Tell him were going to be home late. And also get some food from the cafeteria. Do you want anything?" She said. "No. I'm good" I said. Then she left the room.

~Patrick~
I opened my eyes to harsh fluorescent lights. I groaned as I tried to sit up, but I was covered in wires and tubes. Was I in the hospital? I looked to my left to see both Pete and my Mom fast asleep. "Pete. Pete. Where are we?" I said. His eyes slightly opened. "Did I fall asleep?" He asked. "Why are we at the hospital?" I asked. He looked over to me and a smile went across his face. "You're awake" he said sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Still doesn't explain why were here" I said. "There was some complications at the doctors office. We had to take you to the hospital" he said. I tried to sit up a bit more so I was more comfortable. "I'm going to go get a nurse" he said getting up and leaving the room. Soon a nurse was checking my vitals. "Well Mr. Stump. I think you're good to go" said the nurse. I had to turn my head when she took out my IV. I still hated needles. More now than ever. "What time is it?" I asked Pete. "8:30" he said. The nurses helped me to a wheel chair. They said I should take it easy all weekend, but at the same time I should keep moving. My mom got the car to the front of the hospital, and Pete helped me in. "How you feeling sweetest" asked my mom. "Still a bit light headed, but I'll be fine." I said. "I don't want you sleeping upstairs. You're going to sleep on the couch" she said. "Mom but-" I said. "No buts. The last thing we need is for you to fall down the stairs and get hurt. The doctor told you to take it easy. That means no stairs" she said. "How am I supposed to get inside the house?" I asked. "It's only two nights Sweetest. Please. I would feel much better with you down stairs." She said. "Ok. I'll stay in the living room" I said. Then Pete's phone rang. "Hey mom" he said. "I'll ask." He said. "Can I spend the night. There was an emergency at the church" he said. "I'm cool with it. Mom?" I said. "Anytime Pete. As long as Patrick is cool with it" she said.

We got to my house and Pete helped me out of the car, and up the stairs. "I'm not broken Pete. I can still walk" I said. "I know. But I want to make sure you don't get hurt" he said. Between Pete and My parents, I wasn't allowed to leave the couch. "Patrick! Time for dinner!" Said my mom. "I don't know! Am I allowed to leave the couch?" I said. Pete walked into the room. "Come on, let's get you into the kitchen." He helped me up. "I can walk myself" I said trying to walk away from him, but after a few steps I fell. "Ok. Maybe I do need help" I said. He grabbed my hand and helped me up. For dinner we had spaghetti. It was delicious, but at the same time everyone was asking me how I was feeling every ten seconds. "Anyone want ice cream?" Asked my dad. "I do" I said. it was chocolate, not my favorite, but still delicious. "Don't stay up too late boys. I'm fine if you watch some movies, but I actually want you to sleep, and don't have it too loud." Said my mom. I tried to walk back to the couch, but my vision was still a bit blurry, and I had no coordination. "Here. Let me help" said Pete practically carrying me to the couch. "I'm gonna make us some popcorn" he said. I pulled the blanket up because my parents kept the house so cold. He came back with a giant bowl of popcorn and some cups of juice. "You look terrible" he said sitting down next to me. "Thanks babe. You always know how to make me feel amazing" I said sarcastically. "You know what I mean. You look so out of it" he said. "What happened anyway? I was never really told the story" I said. "Do you really want me to tell you?" He asked. "Yeah. All I remember was being at the doctors, then the next thing I know, I'm waking up in the hospital" I said. "The machine broke, and you lost a lot of blood. We had to take you to the hospital right away" he said. "Because I didn't already have an immense fear of needles." I said. "Oh come here my little needle fearing baby" he said pulling me into a hug. He was so warm. I tried to soak up his heat. He tried to pull away, but I held on for a second longer. "I'm cold" I said. He kept hold for a while, trying to warm me up. "You are freezing" he said. I thought I heard someone walk up behind us, and I pushed him off me. But it was nothing. An open widow had blown some papers off the desk. What if my mom or dad walked in? They would see Pete and I together. "You ok?" He asked. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just a bit cold" I said. "Not about that. I know you'll be fine. But about me being here. You seem pretty on edge. Everything ok?" He asked starting to rub my arm. "Yeah. It's just, what if my parents find out? It's easier to keep two cats in a bag than four" I said. "Don't worry about that. All you should be doing is trying to get better. If you keep being so worried, you're just gonna get sick" he said. "I guess you're right" I said. He pulled me into another hug. His warmth. It's all I wanted. "You're so cold" he said to me. I got more comfy in his arms, moving so I was now laying wth my back to him. "Let's watch a movie" I said grabbing the popcorn. He put on 'the outsiders' and we sat back and watched it. We watched it all the time. It was one of our favorites. We both read the book in middle school. "If they ever remade this movie, I think they should cast you as sodapop." He said. "No I couldn't" I said. I pulled the blanket up higher. "Are you still cold?" He asked. "A little" I said. He squeezed me in his arms. "Does this help?" He asked. "Maybe a little" I said. I turned so my back was facing the TV, and my face was buried in his chest. He kept his arms secure around me. "Good night Baby. Feel better" said Pete. I could feel his breathing change as fell asleep. I was still cold. I couldn't fall asleep. No matter how much I tried, I was just too cold.

*a/n*
Finals can suck it. I'm so done with this school year. Ugh. Just let me die already. Okz. Bye!