It's Just The Wind (A Fall Out Boy Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

*So close to the ending now, woo.*

P.O.V Pete

I walked over and sat down beside everyone, feeling extremely tired from the interrogation and the past few weeks. I could feel my eyes closing

"Hey, how's he doing?" I glanced over at Patrick who was lying very, very still. "They say that he hasn't woken up once, not even opened his eyes. Doctor said if we keep talking to him he might.. we've given up though." Everyone looked at each other, seeming to have lost pretty much all their hope. "Patrick? It's Pete.." His light brown hair was swept across one of his eyes. "Here, lemme fix that for you." I reached over to Patrick's silky fringe and tucked it behind his ear. "Better?" I whispered, hoping for a smile or something. "Yeah." He whispered back. I put my hand over my mouth. "Patrick? You're awake?!" He very gently nodded, still having his eyes closed. "How long have you been awake for?" I asked, running my fingers across the bar of the hospital bed. "Since you came." Patrick gave a tiny smile and opened his eyes. "Guys? He's awake." I looked over my shoulder, but no one was there. "Patrick where'd they go?" I turned back to Patrick. "The old woman and Butch are still out there Pete. Until they're gone nothing will be normal." Patrick stood up and walked out the door. "Patrick where are you going? You have to get back in bed! You're not stable! PATRICK!" I went after him out the door but as I exited the room he was nowhere to be found. Coming to think of it the entire hall was empty. Where is everyone? I saw a man and an old woman standing at the very end of the hall. "It's you..." The man grinned. "Hello again, pretty boy." 

I woke up in a panic, nearly headbutting Carrie who was inches away from me. "Bad dream?" I simply nodded and looked over to Patrick. "How is he?" "Doctors say he's stable, gonna be fine. You could go talk to him if you want." Answered Macy. Joe and Andy were pretty quiet. "Oh, okay." I replied, standing up and walking over to Patrick. I kept looking behind me to make sure I wasn't still dreaming. "Hey Patrick? You awake." He groaned and mumbled something along the lines of "I am now." I smirked. "Sorry Pat. How are you feeling." Patrick gave a short laugh. "Like crap." I patted his head. "You're okay now." He grabbed my hand. "I know, thanks for trying to save me." Giving a soft, warming smile I let go of his hand. "Get some rest dude." But before Patrick could form a sentence he fell asleep.

*Sorry it's so short, I'm pretty tired and just wanted to get a small update done. Hope you continue reading til the end, I've got a few more stories planned.*