Is This Really What You Want? (Multiple Ship FanFic)

Memories (Dallon's POV)

After Pete and Patrick left, Spencer and Ryan went to go check on Brendon and that's when the water works started again. I don't know why I was crying so much... I think I'm just so worried about Brendon and I feel like his actions were my fault. It's my fault he's here right now. If I hadn't brought up the whole Sarah thing, maybe I'd still be holding him in my arms in my bedroom back at Spencer's. Maybe I could have helped him. Maybe I could have been the one to tell him everything was ok and mean it. Maybe, just maybe... I started sobbing into my hands, and I was sure the very few people that were in the waiting area were staring at me. I just couldn't help myself though. This was all my fault...

"Dallon," someone said as they sat next to me.

"W-What?" I asked as I looked up. "Oh, hey guys."

"Are you alright?" Pete asked.

"Does it look like it?" I asked.

"Why are you taking this so hard? Brendon's going to be ok," Patrick said.

"I-I don't know," I said. "This is all my fault. If it weren't for me bringing something up, I'd still be holding Brendon in my arms in my bedroom at Spencer's, not here at the hospital."

"Dallon, I don't know what exactly happened, but I know that this is not your fault," Pete said.

"Yes, it is!" I said. "I had to bring up all these stupid things and I probably just ruined his life!"

Patrick nor Pete said anything else. I'm sure if they did, they knew I'd just keep saying it was my fault. I soon felt myself being pulled into someone's arms. I glanced up for a second and saw that it was Patrick. I just sobbed loudly into his shirt. I didn't care if people were looking. I made the love of my life end up in the hospital, so there's plenty to cry about.

"Shh shh shh," Patrick said as he rubbed my back, as I had done for Brendon, which only made me cry harder.

I was crying so hard I could barely breathe, so I was breathing really, really heavily to try and get some air back into my lungs. I started to shake and feel dizzy. Shit.

"Dallon, you need to calm down," Pete said.

"I-I c-can't," I stuttered out.

I gripped onto Patrick's shirt tightly and shook harder. I could still barely breathe and it felt like my fingers were going numb. My heart was racing really bad and I was starting to sweat. I was getting dizzier by the second.

"Dallon!" Patrick said. "Stay with me!"

"Someone help!" Pete shouted.

The last thing I remember was getting taken away with a bunch of people surrounding me. After that, I blacked out.