Help Me (Peterick AU) [COMPLETED]

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Patrick's POV

When I wake up in an unfamiliar bed in clothes that aren't mine I'm confused but not really surprised. It's happened a few times after I cut too deep or accidentally overdosed and ended up in hospital so it's gotten familiar.

The rooms bare and boring with nothing but a bed and a desk but it doesn't seem like a hospital. I've gotten well acquainted with hospital rooms and usually they're colder with more medical stuff. There's thick bandages around my wrists so obviously something happened and I was taken somewhere because of it.

Just as I'm about to get up a guy with a big forehead walks in and smiles at me cautiously "Hi, I'm Brendon". He looks like the kind of guy I'd want to be friends with so I give him a cautious smile back "I'm Patrick but I presume you already know that"

I'm feeling drained and self conscious so I'm glad when Brendon sits down and leads the conversation. Trying to make friends with a guy I've never met when I don't know where I am or what happened is weird. I don't want to act like a stupid confused kid but that's what I am and it's hard to hide.

Brendon gives me another smile and gently puts a hand on my knee "Hey Patrick, do you know where you are?" I feel myself start to blush but shake my head quickly. "You're in a psychiatric hospital, you got sent here from the normal hospital once they were sure you're ok"

Immediately I realise I like Brendon because he's not treating me like an idiotic kid. He's not talking slow or any talking me or trying to sugar coat what happened. I tried to kill myself and ended up in hospital then got sent to a mental hospital to sort my shit out. It sucks but there's nothing either of us can do about it and there's no point hiding it.

I'm still scared about where I am and what's happening but I like Brendon and really want to be his friend. Finding friends here might be hard so if I can latch onto a guy who seems really cool and my age that'd be awesome.

Brendon still seems hesitant around me so I try not to seem like the crazy person he must think I am. "So I guess I'm here because I'm a suicidal piece of shit but why're you here?" That makes him chuckles and bump my arm teasingly "I'm a volunteer here, I'm getting a psychology degree and this is good for work experience"

That makes me like him even more because it means he's definitely close to my age and probably easier to be around. He's not a middle aged doctor trying to get a pay check, he's just a teenage guy here to try to help.

I'm trying to think of a good reply when Brendon gets up and reaches out a hand for me "Let's get you some food, you've been out for ages so you're probably starving"

I grab his hand and let him help me up then look down at myself. I'm in gross baggy white pants and matching baggy shirt which isn't awfully nice but could be worse. At least it's better than the normal hospital gown which I've spent way too much time in.

I follow Brendon out of the room into a room where's there's about 50 people wearing similar things to me. There's also a few people in blue like Brendon who must be other volunteers or therapists.

Brendon takes me to get some food then stays with me while I drift around the room looking for somewhere to sit. Eventually I find a table at the end of the room with only one boy at it and slip onto the opposite end of the table. The boy doesn't even look up as I sit and focuses on cutting up all his food into tiny pieces.

Brendon stands by the guy who was with boy at my table and they talk quietly as I start on my food. After a long time the boy looks up and bites his lip "H-h-hi". He looks like that one word was the scariest thing he's ever done so I try to look as friendly as possible "Hi, I'm Patrick". There's a silence as he keeps cutting the food slowly and looks up at me again when there's nothing left to cut "Why are you here?"