Patrick awoke in a strange room. The walls were a sickening shade of white, and beside him was an abundance of balloons, flowers, and cards. Most read "Get well soon!" or something of that nature.
He knew where he was.
Joe came in, offering a sad smile. "Hey, 'Trick. How are you feeling?"
The blonde let out a sigh and looked over at him. "Considering that I'm in a hospital, not so good. What happened?"
"You, uh... Took one too many sleeping pills," the younger man replied with a cough. He look at the floor.
"You're going to be in the psychiatric hospital for a few days."
Patrick leaned back, sinking into the bed. His eyes fluttered to a close.
Fuck. You're such a screw up.
He then opened his eyes, looking out the window instead. He didn't want to see Joe. He didn't want to see anyone. He knew what they were all thinking.
"He's so fucked up."
And maybe Joe knew it was bad, but not this bad.
Not this bad...
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bipolaroid ☹ andtrick
Fanfictionthis story starts with a picture, and ends with a bang. ;; TW: contains mention of suicide, homicide, etc
