Don't Come Home For Christmas (Fall Out Boy Peterick Fanfiction)

Chapter Eight - Recovery

P.O.V Patrick

Christmas Day 

I wasn't getting any better. The Doctors are all saying that I might be getting worse. Even I could have guessed that considering I feel terrible. My head hurts like hell and I keep blacking out for a few minutes. What have I done to myself? All that's probably to do with the major hangover I'm having. They had me so high on medication last night I didn't notice any of this. 

At around 9am everyone arrived to spend Christmas with me. It's exhausting being around so many people in this state. I thought I should probably tell them to not get to close, saying I'd probably throw up any minute. "I wouldn't get too close to me by the way. Projectile vomiting and what not." Everyone took a step back and sat down on the chairs. "Are you feeling any better?" Pete asked, coming over to me and started stroking my hair. I gave a stiff laugh, "Ten times worse. It hurts really badly here." I pointed to the area of my liver. "And I have the worst hangover you could imagine. But let's not forget the vomiting and the fever. They're really something." No one seemed to know what to say. "Ouch. Any idea when you're getting out?" I hadn't thought to ask funny enough. "I haven''t asked yet. We could see now if you want." 

"I think it's more up to you Patrick." Fair enough. "Would someone mind fetching a Doctor or a nurse?" Joe sprung up and jogged out of the room, coming back in with a Doctor that took my temperature this morning. "Hello again Patrick. Merry Christmas everyone. What seems to be the problem?" She was very cheery every time I've saw her. "I wanted to know if you had any idea when I'm allowed to go home?" She frowned whilst looking through a file. "Ah, well you need a liver transplant.. But after that you're free to go." I shot up straight and then winced in pain, holding my side. "Oh hold on careful!" She walked swiftly over and held onto me. While Pete put a few pillows behind me. "A liver transplant?!" I gasped. She put her hand on my shoulder. "It's really not bad. It's very safe and quick. You'll be under anesthetic anyway." That didn't make me feel much better. "Wh-when?" 

"Well, we could do it today." I rubbed my face with my hand, trying to decide. "Sooner the better I guess." 

"Right, in that case we'll be in soon to take you to surgery." I was shaking already. The Doctor left the room and we sat in silence. Pete gave me a hug and whispered in my ear. "It'll be alright.. You'll be fine." His soft words comforted me, but only until Dr Bell and the Doctor from before came in and asked me to come to the operating room. "Wish me luck." I sighed, giving everyone one last look before I left. They put me under the anesthetic she was talking about and the last thing I remembered was the bright light above the table. It reminded me a bit of the Young Blood Chronicles.. 

P.O.V Pete

After an hour or so a nurse brought Patrick back in, he was fast asleep. "He'll need some rest. But I'm sure if you take it easy you could wake him up." She smiled and left. We looked at each other, debating who would go to wake him up. The burden fell onto Brendon. He sighed and got up. "Patty? Pats. P.. Patricia. Patrice. Pat." Brendon softly poked him until Patrick finally woke up. "Is my liver okay?" We all burst out laughing at him but stopped when we noticed he was being serious. Patrick gave us a confused stare. "What's.. so.. funny?" He said, still half asleep. "Your liver's fine. You're all good to go as soon as your ready." Patrick's eyes lit up. "Well I'm ready now!" He climbed out of bed and instantly fell over. We all rushed over to him, very concerned. Except Patrick wasn't concerned at all, in fact he was laughing. "Something tells me you shouldn't go just yet babe." I soothed. He nodded and clambered back into his bed. "Well, lets open the presents then!" 

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After another week spent in hospital, Patrick was free to go. He was still pretty tired and in pain from the surgery but well enough to go home. Or stay with me at least. Patrick was told he had to stay with me until his addiction to alcohol stopped. As for Patrick and I were going pretty well. I've never been happier. I really hope it works out. After as insane this has all been I'm really glad we can just finally let go and relax. No more worries. Not for awhile anyway. 

The End. 

*Thank you for staying with me through this story. All your comments really kept me going. Author's note will be up soon as usual. Merry Christmas.*