Comatose (Peterick)

Ten

(Hey look I'm back)

Patrick was confused.

He has seen that man before; the man with the bleached blonde hair and arms covered with drawings. Maybe he was from one of Patrick's favorite films? That one where New York was being taken over by spirits? Possibly? But that was extremely unlikely, Patrick thought.

But the thing he was most confused about and pondered the most over was why did his heart flutter when the man smiled at him? That doesn't happen with everyone who smiles at him!

Patrick groaned and rolled over, attempting to get comfortable once again. Who was he kidding? It was a hospital bed he'll never be comfortable. He rolled back over once again and clicked on his phone. 1:33 am. Well shit.

He got out of bed, tired of attempting to fall asleep. Patrick wondered about the last time he actually a good nights sleep because it certainly wasn't in that hospital bed. To be completely honest, Patrick didn't really know where he was going.

While he was walking he had time to reflect on his time stuck in these white walls and the stench of dying individuals; he tried to remember his life before the accident.

Did I have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? The last thing I remember is failing my global test in Ms. Patterson's AP class senior year and Ryan and I staying up late on school nights because we thought we were cool (which we aren't.)

He knew he was missing a key aspect in his life but he just didn't know what.

Patrick looked around at his surroundings, and too his surprise he ended up in the empty cafeteria. Well, not completely empty. There was a person on the complete opposite side of the room but Patrick didn't want to disturb them so he just went to the coffee machine and prepared himself a cup, well tried.

His shaky hands made him drop his cup and pour it onto his shoes causing him to hiss in pain. Patrick silently hoped that the other person didn't witness his failure and find him to be a fool. Patrick scrambled to fetch napkins to clean up his mess but just made it worse for himself by making more noise.

"Patrick?" He heard someone say behind him causing him to freeze. Patrick only turned his head around to see who the voice belonged to.

"P-Pete!" Patrick almost wanted death in the embarrassing moment, "h-hey there hi." He tried to clean up faster but just ended up moving things around, not cleaning. "What've you been up to..friend"

Patrick mentally slapped himself for his awkwardness.

Pete couldn't help but chuckle at his adorableness. "Well nothing has really happened since our last encounter."

"Cool." Cool? That's all you can say?! "Do you uh, want some coffee?" Smooth.

Pete just raised his coffee cup in response, telling patrick that he already had some. Patrick just nodded his head and turned back around, finishing his cleaning. "Need some help there buddy?"

Before Patrick could even answer, Pete was by his side, picking up the napkins that he used to clean up his spillage. "Thanks-"

Patrick stopped talking when their hands brushed and Patrick expected Pete to move his hand but he didn't. He could feel Pete staring at him but all Patrick did was stare at their hands overlapping each other.

That feeling came back into Patrick's chest. That feeling where his heart was beating a thousand beats a second. That feeling where this felt right. This felt right.

Patrick looked up for the first time in a few seconds and locked eyes with him. It had felt liked time stopped and they forget why they were there in the first place. They both forgot that Patrick was a klutz and that's why they were in the position. They both forgot where they were, in a hospital cafeteria at almost two am. And they didn't care that they forget because in that moment they were the only ones that mattered to each other.

"Thank you" Patrick whispered, gulping silently. Pete just remained quite after those words almost as if he was afraid that he would ruin the moment. "You're so familiar but at the same time it's like I've never met you."

That made Pete smile. Patrick's hand twitched ever so slightly which made Pete fear that Patrick would move his hand away, ruining this ever so perfect moment. Pete's reflexes took over and he intertwined their fingers making Patrick stiften slightly.

The smile never left Pete's lips as he continued to look at Patrick as if he was the only one in the world who mattered. He realized how beautiful Patrick's eyes truly were in the time they were staring at each other. His blue-greenish eyes reminded him of happy times, as if there was no trouble in the world. Staring into his eyes could take all Pete's problems away.

"Let me walk you back to your room," Pete said finally breaking the silence. Patrick only nodded afraid that he would ruin the moment.

They walked out of the cafeteria hand in hand, leaving their problems behind them (aka the disguising piles of coffee stained napkins) not even caring that someone else would have to deal with it. All that mattered right now was the connection they felt together.

"Isn't that your room?" Patrick asked as they passed the room right next to his.

"Yeah but I want to walk you to yours before I leave you," Pete smilies as he strolls into Patricks room. Their hands never left each other's grasp while Patrick laid back down.

"Don't leave," Patrick whispers, rubbing his thumb over Petes knuckles.

"You said it yourself, my room is right next to yours so if you need anything don't be afraid to come in." Pete smilies once again, squeezing Patrick's hand for reassurances.

"Okay," Patrick whispers again.

"Goodnight Patrick," Pete whispers back, finally letting go of Patrick's hand and walking out of the room and back to his bed.

And for once in the days Patrick's been in that shitty hospital, he fell asleep peacefully.