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

Chapter 12

P.O.V Pete

I thought back to the moment I thought everything was over. That I'd never be happy again. That I'd just die, and that'd be it. That's all life is though isn't it? I used to have a perspective on life, a perspective that life was just one big sad song. A tragedy. One disappointment that you think couldn't get any worse, but it does. I used to think it always got worse. I was wrong. What could be worse than what's happened already? Patrick's going to be okay. But then something occurred to me. What if my dream is linked to the rest of them? What if nothing will be okay, until they're in prison? 

As I pondered the horrible reality of this all I was interrupted by a doctor coming into the room. "Visiting hours are over now. Please go home." He stated very calmly. Patrick whined. "Doc, please. I don't want to be alone again." His words ripped at my own heart. Alone again, like when he thought we couldn't save him. The doctor turned to us, and then to me. "Mr Wentz, did the police do anything about your stomach?" Then it dawned on me. "No, I've been interrogated to sleep deprivation. It constantly hurts and I get dizzy spells. I think-" "I think you'd need to get that checked out immediately. As for the rest of you, you also might consider a small check up. Just in case." I sighed. Damn hospitals, I'm fine. "I'm fine sir, rea..really." I held onto the chair to regain my balance. "Shit.. not again." Macy came over to me. "Pete, you're looking really pale. Are you sure your okay?" "Yeah.. fine. I just need.. a.. lie.....do..wn." I muttered, falling to the floor. 

P.O.V Joe

We all watched horrified, as Pete fell down. "You all have to get out now, go get checked out." The doctor very angrily shouted as if we had made him pass out. "NURSE?! WE'VE GOT A VISITOR UNCONSCIOUS." Moments later two nurses came running in. "Get out!" He raged at us. We very quickly left. "Which room do we go into?" I asked. "You don't just walk in to be checked out you twat." I flipped him off and walked over to the receptionist. It was the same one who didn't recognize Andy, or I when we came in. Second time lucky I guess. "Hello again m'am. May we get a check up?" She held one facial expression the whole time we talked, reminds me of myself. "What for?" We grew a bit impatient. "Just for the weeks of imprisonment and beatings." She grunted. "Names?" Macy jumped in before I could say anything. "Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, Caroline Fleck and Marcelline Collins." I wasn't too sure if their second names were real or not, but judging by Carrie's neutral face they were probably legit. "I'll call you when there's a free room, please wait in the waiting room." She pointed over to a space opposite her desk. It was very full already. Endless people moaning in pain. Some more than others. There were about 20 little blue seats in a square shape and a children's area to the right. "Ooh toys!" I ran over to the children's area which was already inhabited by children playing. The entire waiting room gave me a funny look. "Mr Trohman those are for the children." Scoffed the receptionist. I shrugged and sat down beside everyone else. About 15 minutes later I started to wonder what happened to Pete. "I'm gonna go ask about Pete." I fidgeted and got up from my seat, once again walking over to the desk. The receptionist rolled her eyes. "What now Mr Trohman?" "Is Pete Wentz admitted into a room yet?" She clicked around on the computer. "Yes, visiting hours are over but if it gets you out of the way I'll let you see him for five minutes." I cheered. "Room number 184." I skipped over to a map of the building. It was a very big hospital. 7 floors in total. "Okay let's see.. 180.. 176.. wait wrong way. 180... 182.. 184! On the ground floor. Just need to find the way down now." I mumbled to myself, and then exclaimed loudly once I found it. "Quieten down Mr Trohman, the lift is just down the hall." The receptionist snarked. I nodded and put my finger to my lips to indicate my new quietness. I walked over to the lift and pressed the button to call it, humming a little tune to myself. When it arrived there was already a woman and a buggy inside. "Hi there, who's this little man?" I leant down to the baby and pulled a face. "That's Charlie. I'm Monica." I straightened up and went into the lift. "I'm Joe. Nice to meet you guys." She raised her eyebrow. "Joe Trohman? That's pretty cool." I smiled. "Are you a Fall Out Boy fan then?" "I am. Actually I was at the gig you missed." She laughed. "Oh man, sorry. We'll have to make it up to everyone. May I ask what age you are?" "Just turned 30. And yeah, where were you guys?" I scratched the back of my head. "I guess you'll find out soon enough from the media. What are you doing here?" She smiled. "Well Charlie had a cough so I had to take him in because of his breathing problems. More importantly why are you here?" I bit my thumb thinking of an answer. "I'm here to see an old friend. We should probably press the button now." Monica laughed, not seeming bothered. "Yeah whatever. I'm getting out here anyway. Bye Joe, it was cool to meet you." "Likewise Monica. Bye Charlie!" She walked away, pushing the buggy with Charlie in it. I however pushed the button that said G, taking me to the ground floor. The doors opened and I walked out into the pristine hallways of the hospital again. "Room number 184, I know you're here somewhere." I walked down a few halls before coming to Pete's room. I knocked first, just in case. "Visiting hours are over." I heard someone say, presumably a doctor. "Geeze, let them in I'm fine." Pete complained. The doctor sighed. "Fine, five minutes." He opened the door and pulled me in. "Joe! Man how's things?" I shrugged. "I got told off for playing with the toys in the waiting room. How are you?" Pete glanced over to the doctor. "I haven't told him yet. Would you like to hear together?" Pete nodded and I walked over to stand beside him. "See the dagger has pierced your large intestines and made a very vicious infection. If you hadn't got it looked at when you did the infection would have spread to your kidney and eventually to your lungs. Obviously that wouldn't be very good so you're pretty lucky. On the other hand you'll need a few weeks to recover at home. You've also got a broken rib and a broken wrist, but I guess you already knew about the wrist.. So you're free to go once we get you all patched up. It'll take about an hour." Pete shrugged. "Okay, whatever." "Did you get looked at Mr Trohman?" I shook my head. "We haven't been called yet, you're pretty full." I replied, looking around me. "Is there anything that you think is wrong with you?" "My throat hurts a bit and I keep coughing but it's probably just a cold." "Get it checked anyway, just in case." "Kay. Hey Doc, how's Patrick by the way?" He hesitated for a few seconds. "Mr Stump has a condition quite unlike anything we've seen before. It seems that he's in perfect condition, one of the strongest patients we've seen, but his psychological condition is extremely dire. He occasionally has fits and loses his memory of the past 5 to 6 hours. He'll start to get very weak after each fit but regain full strength again. We're going to give him therapy and see if he recovers." Pete and I dropped our mouths open. "Oh, okay. Thanks doc. Gotta go get checked out then." I danced out of the room. 

P.O.V Macy

"Can Marcelline Collins, Carol line Fleck, Andrew Hurley and.. ugh.. Joseph Trohman come to the desk please?" The speakers rung out through the hospital. Joe himself came dancing down the hall, humming to himself. "Cool, just in time." We walked over to the desk. "What room Miss.....?" Joe asked, trying to get the receptionist to tell him her name. "Room A. And it's Mrs Bark." Joe grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks Mrs B." Mrs Bark growled. We headed down into room A. "Hi we're here for a check up?" The doctor was very pretty. She had bright pink hair and many tattoos up her arms. She gave us a sweet smile. "Sweet. I'm Tiffany. Or Dr Preston but I'm fine with Tiffany." We explained everything that had happened and before long we were all getting looked at. "Okay, Marcelline is it?" I sighed. "Yeah, most people call me Macy though." "Nice. Okay Macy you have an infection where your finger should be, missing some organs.. and I see you have a lot of scratches on your back. Okay I'll give you some antibiotics for your finger and for a tiny infection around your wound on your tummy, but the organ thing is a tiny problem. How's a transplant sound?" I shook my head. "Not good, what organs?" "Just the one. Kidney, not vital but if you want it back we can give you it." I sighed in relief. "No, I'm good. Thanks." "Thought you'd say that. Okay Carrie, you have a broken wrist and a few scratches like Macy here. We'll get you a cast for that in a little minute." Carrie looked as relieved as me. "Great." "Andy, you and Joe seem to have a poison running through you. That's probably what's caused your sore throat and coughs Joe. Andy's dealing with it very well, not any symptoms Andy?" "Nope. I've always had a pretty good immune system." Joe smirked. "Andy is a vegan, he doesn't drink, he doesn't do drugs, he doesn't do anything." Joe proudly said. "Really? I'm a vegan too." Tiffany smiled. "Well that'd be the cause of your great immune system, I suppose you're doing it right then. Okay Joe, I think you should be fine too if you let me give you two a tiny injection now then hopefully the poison will eventually disappear. Unfortunately there are a few side effects. Vomiting is pretty common, tiredness, confusion, hyper-activeness and a general bad mood. Since Patrick's getting out later today if you could stay at his house with him until he's done with his therapy. On the other hand ladies you'll be fine and are free to go once Caroline gets her cast." "Here's our number guys, call us if you need us." I handed Andy a piece of paper and left with Carrie.

P.O.V Andy

We went to Patrick's room to pick him up and go home. Or to his home anyway. Joe didn't take very kindly to the injection. He honestly had to hold my hand. I'm not really sure if his strange happiness is because of the injection or if he's just like that today. He continued to act like this for quite awhile. Even when we got to Patrick's room. Patrick was already fully dressed and out of bed. "Hey Patrick! Me and Andy had to get an injection." Joe bounced into the room exclaiming. "Yeah me and Pete had to get it too.. Andy why is he soo...?" "I don't know man. Anyway we were told we have to stay with you for a week because we're all gonna be a bit.. strange I guess." I explained to him. "Oh right. That's cool, movie nights. Anyway I'm allowed to go now so I just need to get packed." He raced round the room picking up bits and pieces. "Alright lets go get Pete."

Once we got to Pete's room we opened the door, Pete was also fully dressed and fully packed. "About time, I had to wait here for you guys." Pete joked. I think he was joking anyway.. "Oh, yeah you have to stay with me for awhile as well as these guys." Pete smiled a bit. "Fun. How long though?" Patrick thought for a bit while we walked out of Pete's room. "Uh.. maybe until I'm done with my therapy." Pete agreed with this and seemed as excited as we are. "Oh yeah maybe let me drive, since I'm probably in.. best condition." I flashed a cheesy smile. Everyone laughed at me and Patrick handed me the keys. This is gonna be a fun couple of months. 

I think I was probably wrong about that. Since we were all pretty unstable at that point everything was a bit weird. 

"Right guys, there's a guest bedroom with 4 beds in it upstairs, we can all sleep up there. Since it's like 1am and I'm not tired at all I'm going to go watch a movie. Anyone wanna join me?" Asked Patrick. Everyone raised their hand.