Pete's Little Sister - B.U. x reader

Hospital

After being hospitalized for only two days, you and Brendon were released. You husband only had a few bruises and scratches. Thank God.

Your baby was perfectly fine. The doctors also told you that your were about one month along. Since it was still too early to tell the baby's gender, you and Brendon scheduled an appointment for an ultrasound in 3 months.

Pete was still in the hospital. After you were released, you went over to his hospital room. A nurse came out to speak to you.

"Mrs. Urie?" You nodded.

"That's me. Is my brother going to be okay?"

She nodded, followed by a smile. "Mr. Wentz will live. We're going to keep him in for a little bit longer though. The nurse opened a folder and took out an x-ray. She pointed to a spot on the picture. "The bullet hit his right shoulder. Fortunately, it didn't hit anything super important. We removed it already. He's recovering in his bed right now."

A doctor opened the door and looked at you. "Sorry to interrupt. Mr. Wentz is asking for you."

You heard the beeping of the heart monitor and the heavy breathing of your brother. You watched him at the foot of the bed for a few seconds. Every breath he took looked a little painful.

"(Y/N)?" Pete groaned. "You're okay?" His voice was a whisper.

"Yes." you replied, wiping the tears in your eyes. "I'm okay. How are you feeling?"

Pete laughed. "I've never been better." His laugh turned into a cough. "Where's Brendon?"

"He's getting food downstairs. We're going home today."

Pete sighed. "I wish I could go with you..."

You hugged him the best you could. "You'll be out soon. Pat, Joe, Andy and I will pick you up. We'll go get pizza on the way home too!"

Pete grinned. "Awesome!"

After a few more minutes, the doctors kicked you out so your brother could sleep. You gave him one last hug before leaving the room.
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The drive home was silent. You and Brendon were exhausted. All you wanted to do was sleep for a million years.

"How's the baby?" Brendon finally spoke when you were inside the house.

You weakly smiled. "Perfectly fine." You had so many questions about what happened inside the house since Brendon was the one that went back to retrieve Pete.

"What about you?" your husband asked.

You sighed. "I have a lot of questions about what happened before the ambulances came."

The two of you sat on the couch. "I can answer some. Ask away."

"How bad was Pete's injury?" The image of your brother's wound flashed inside of Brendon's mind.

"Pretty bad." was all he could say.

"I'm only going to ask one more question." you could see how scarred Brendon was.

"Okay."

"What happened to my father?"

It took Brendon a minute or two before he could respond.

"Before I left the house, he grabbed my shoulder and asked if he was really going to be a grandfather."

"What did you tell him?"

He looked at his hands and then back at you. "The police took him down before I could say anything."

Brendon held you as you sobbed into his chest. You had no respect for your father, but that didn't mean that you wanted him to die. You would never wish that upon somebody.

The last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep was Brendon's gently voice.

"Get some rest, (Y/N). I love you so much."