Patrick Stump Imagines

Missing (Part 2)

Scents of rubbing alcohol and disinfectants gave you the idea that you were confined in a hospital. The moment your eyes fluttered open, you found Joe, Andy and Pete in the room, basically discussing what they found in your flat.

"I found his wedding ring laid next to Y/N's clothes when I arrived." Pete muttered.

"W-What happened to Patrick?" You asked.

The three boys went silent as one of them mumbled, "She really worries about her husband; she didn't even ask where she is."

"Um...Patrick ran away after you passed out last night." Pete murmured, sitting on the end of the bed.

"How did I get here?" You scrutinize the IV attached on your arm.

"You called me, Y/N. Remember?" Pete sighed, holding your hand. "I called the police as soon as we brought you here."

"Pete, he keeps on telling me to stop something." You said, remembering the scenario last night.

"What do you mean stop something?"

"I do not know, Pete." You said coarsely.

Moments later, the police arrived, together with Sherlock and John. You watched as they interview Patrick's friends while you were being assessed by Sergeant Donovan.

"What did he tell you, Y/N?" John said, standing on the side of the bed.

"He was asking me to stop it." You murmured. "And I have no idea what should I stop for him."

"Sherlock?" John called, looking at the marks on your arms.

"Those weren't on your arm yesterday, I suppose." Sherlock muttered.

"I do have bruises yesterday, but not these marks...that's why I wore a coat yesterday."

"What happened when you arrived home?" Sherlock asks.

"H-He was there, crying. It broke my heart to see him like that and then later on, he keeps on telling me that I should stop something...and when I was about to call one of his friends...he changed into this demonic creature that wasn't my husband and forced me."

"He left this in their flat." Pete passed the wedding ring that Patrick wore. "Found it next to her...on the ground."

"That wouldn't be a useful evidence." Sherlock said. "I could only deduce that whatever creature is inside your husband, it will keep him away from you."

"Sherlock," all eyes gazed on the door as a man with an umbrella came inside.

"What brings you here, Mycroft?" Sherlock mused.

"I guess Mrs. Stump could recognize this man in the pictures." He showed a picture of Patrick (without his fedora) going somewhere else. "I'm leaving this case to you, Sherlock." Mycroft patted his brother's shoulders and sashayed out.

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Later that evening, while you and Andy are asleep, you felt someone brushing your arm, as well on your hair.

"Shh!" Patrick hissed as his yellowish eyes pierce at your e/cs. He covered your mouth. "If you make a sound and wake Andy up, this knife will end the life running in your body."

You tried not to make a soundful sob, looking at Andy. Patrick takes off the IV and started to lift you off the bed.

"You are mine...afterall." Patrick muttered before the two of you disappeared from the hospital room.