What even happened today? I remember some parts of it, but most of it's a blur. I remember not being able to move, then nothing, then being rushed into the hospital by Pete, then nothing again, and now I'm here, and I feel like complete shit.
I was just relaxing when I heard a little knock on the door.
"Come in," I said.
"Hey," Pete said as he smiled at me.
"Hey," I said as I smiled back.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Shitty," I said.
"I bet," he said as he chuckled. "I wish I could take that away from you."
"Pete," I said as I took his hand. "I would never want you to do that. I couldn't see you hurt like that."
"And you think I can stand to see you hurting?" he asked. "Ry, I lay awake almost every night and cry and pray that you get better. I can't stand seeing you hurt like this. It kills me! I'd do anything to make you better, hell, I'd take the cancer away from you if I could and have in my body instead. Ryan, I love you and I don't want you to get hurt."
"Pete," I said as a single tear rolled down my cheek. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," he said as he wiped the tear away. "I know you couldn't control it, it's just that I'm terrified that I'll lose you."
"I'm scared too," I said, now literally sobbing. "I don't want to die."
"I don't want you to either, but just know that I'm never leaving you," he said.
"I love you, Pete," I said.
"I love you too, Ry," he said as he hugged me.
Pete stayed with me that night at the hospital. And the next night, and the next night... He was never leaving me and he made sure he kept that promise. After about a week in the hospital, I was well enough to go home, but about a day after I came home, I started to get sicker again, so Pete brought me back. The hospital seemed like the best place for me now, so Pete and I practically lived there. Wherever I was safe is where he wanted me to be. The only times he left my side was to go and get some food or go to the bathroom. Other than that, he stayed by my side, holding my hand and talking to me about happy things to try and lighten the mood.
"You remember that time in eighth grade?" he asked.
"The time when I tripped and spilled my lunch all over the biggest bully in school?" I asked.
"And he literally ran away in tears?" he asked.
"Yes!" I said as I laughed.
"You showed him!" he said as he laughed.
"And that time in ninth grade when you lectured the entire history class about Columbus not discovering America and you got an A for the semester," I said.
"That was like the best day of my life," Pete said as he stood up and bowed.
"You're so weird," I said as I laughed.
"So are you!" he retorted.
"Yeah, so?" I asked in a little kid voice.
"That's why I love you, that's all," Pete said as he hugged me.
I just smiled and hugged him back as I kissed his cheek. I was so lucky to have someone as great as him by my side through all of this. I think the doctors knew that being here was better for me as well, so I just stayed here day after day, week after week, and month after month. I though that this was never going to end. And let me tell you, these boring ass white walls get really annoying, especially when the sun reflects off of then and into your eyes. It was like a giant light that you can't turn off.
I had been in here for about four months now and Pete still never left my side. I was going to tell him to go today though. He's been cooped up in this room with me for about the same amount of time, so he deserves to go have some Pete time.
"Pete," I said.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Why don't you go home today and have some you time?" I asked.
"I'm not leaving you," he said. "And besides, you're sicker than ever. Why would I leave you now?
"But I insist. I know it sucks being trapped in here and you deserve to get out," I said.
"But I don't want to leave you," he said.
"I know, but I can tell you need to," I said. "You need to get out and walk around and rest."
"Fine," he said. "I'm not happy about it, but whatever makes you happy."
"Thanks," I said as I hugged him.
"I love you," he said as he kissed me and walked out.
There. I knew Pete needed this, so I gave it to him. He needs to get out of here, I need to get out of here.
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Careless Whisper (Ryan Ross/Pete Wentz)
FanfictionRyan has always had a bad home life, and it got even worse when it father died. He's never had many friends, but the one friend he does have, cares for him so much. Pete has always been there for him when others weren't, when others failed to show...
