Adopted (a Fall Out Boy/Pete Wentz fan fic)

Chapter 59

Brandie's pov 

The doctor paused before continuing, "The cancer isn't spreading as far as we can tell. If we remove it in surgery you'll need a week to recover max since it ins't right against the hip. If you want you can come in at the end of next week." 

I nodded and he handed me papers. I signed them as did Pete. Patrick gripped my hand and everyone around the room looked depressed. I was too in shock to do anything. 

The doctor walked out of the room and Pete said, "I'm flying back out for your surgery. Our tour starts 2 weeks after. So we can all come back if we want. And if it's okay with Ashlee if we put the wedding planning on hold for a few days." 

She chuckled before nodding. A small smile crept onto my face and I turned and asked no one inperticular, 

"When am I getting out?"

Ryan chuckled before saying, "Soon. I think tomorrow morning." 

I leaned back and groaned, "Not soon enough." 

Patrick laughed and replied, "Well at least you get to spend it with us!" 

"Your point?" I replied looking at him with a 'you expect me to think that that's a valid reason?'. He smiled at me and Pete giggled his dorky giggle. GAH! That giggle! I looked at him and laughed, 

"Your dorky giggle is just freaking GAH!" He smiled and leaned over the spance in between our bed and kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes fighting back a blush. He had no idea how much I wanted him to kiss my lips. In case you haven't figured it out. I'm in love with Pete. But I'm also in love with Patrick. They both make me feel so alive. So wanted. They made me feel like I was worth something, like I belonged. I took a deep breath before I moved so I was laying down. I reached for my phone which was on the table next to me. 

Once it was firmly gripped in my hands and I unlocked it. I went on twitter and saw a bunch of pictures of me being rushed into the hospital, and on the field knocked out, and Ryan next to me with Emily and Coach. 

I looked at up Ryan surprised asking, "You were at the Academy?" 

He let loose a bark of laughter before chuckling, "Yes. I was sent to get you and take you out early." 

My mouth formed a small 'o' shape once more and Patrick pecked my lips. I laughed, and he took a second oppertunity to steal a kiss. He held it for a few minutes before breaking away. I smiled and bit my lip; trying to hide my nervousness. The kiss with Patrick was fine, but the spark was fading. What does that mean?