Your POV
“Patrick?” I yelled for my husband. my hoarse and croaky voice echoing through our house. You see, I have been really ill for the past few days but Patrick has always been by my side those few days but I'm pretty sure he's tired of my neediness. I hear him let out a big sigh, entering our bedroom with an annoyed look.
“What?” he said, his tone sharp. I flinched, but just ignored the feeling of hurt in the pit of my stomach.
He's probably really annoyed of me right now.
“Can you get me a bottle of water, please? Mine is already done.” I said softly, clutching on my bug bed sheets while shivering from the coldness. He sighs, walking out and running down the stairs and to the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting a cold water bottle while whispering incoherent words.
He ran back up, giving me the water bottle while masking his annoyance.
“Patrick, can you also-” I started but got cut off by him, his face filled with annoyance.
“You know what, Y/n? I get that you're sick and all but I'm so fucking tired of your neediness and I don't even think you're really sick, and that you're just pretending. I just want to get out of the house for once. So don't try and call me, I'll be leaving my phone here.” he snapped, slamming the door shut. I looked at the door, my eyes watering as I looked shocked. It was the first time Patrick has ever cussed at me, and believe me, he never swears.
I let out a sob, biting on my quivering lips.
“It's all my fault.” I whispered to myself.
And I was just going to ask him to lay down with me.
-time skip-
It has been a few hours since Patrick left, and without Patrick, I think I became more ill. I had been coughing blood, vomiting, my temperature has gone high and without him, I was just miserable.
Right now, I'm just struggling to stand up to get another glass of water, my wobbly legs shaking vigorously when the coldness dance around me. I let out a breath, walking down the stairs slowly. The room was awfully quiet, the curtains were shut so that's why it was so dark. I walked to the kitchen, hugging my arms together as I try to keep myself warm.
I jumped on the countertop, opening the drawer to get a glass. But I somehow put my foot on the wrong place and accidentally slipped off the counter, the glass falling on my head as my temple touched the cold hard ground as I started to get dizzy, my vision also getting blurry.
I tried to stand up but I just kept falling back down. I took my phone out of my pocket, trying to dial Patrick's best friend, Pete.
Hello, this is Pete. I'm sorry but I am unavailable right now-
His voicemail said. I groaned in agony, the drops of blood staining the floor.
“P-please..help me.” I managed to choke out before I completely blacked out.
Patrick's POV
I was sitting on the couch, Pete, Joe and Andy sitting beside me. We were rehearsing our new songs, looking for the right melody while Pete fixes some lyrics to a song. After I left mine and Y/n's house, I felt the guilt eating me up. I had talked to Pete about it, and he ranted off about how stupid I was for leaving her while she was really sick. And I agreed with him.
“Bro, you should check on Y/n if she's alright or not.” Andy said. I sighed, rubbing my palms on my face stressfully.
“She's fine, and she's probably sleeping right now.” I said. Pete glared at me, dropping his paper with the lyrics written on it.
“You know what Patrick, I'll go check on her. You're acting like an asshole right now while your WIFE is laying on her bed, sick. All she needed was your love and comfort, Patrick. Yet you're too blind to see that.” Pete snapped, running out of the studio with a bang.
Joe, Andy and I's jaw hung low, shocked from Pete's sudden outburst.
He was right, I am an asshole
Pete's POV
I was fuming in anger. Y/n was like a sister to me, and if I found out something bad happened to her, I will go batshit crazy. I know snapping at my best friend was wrong but the way he was talking about Y/n made me mad. It's not my fault he was acting like an asshole on his period.
I parked my car in their garage, swinging the door open as I ran inside the house.
I was worried sick, Y/n was my only priority right now.
“Y/n?!” I yelled through the house. Silence filled the air and it was quite odd because Y/n always plays music if she was sick and sing even though her voice was croaky. I frowned at this.
I walked to the kitchen, suspecting that Y/n is probably rummaging through the fridge looking for food. That's just how she is.
A loud gasp came out of my mouth as soon as I saw her laying on the ground, knocked out and unconscious while blood was dripping from her head.
“Fuck, Y/n!” I cursed as I ran rapidly to her ashen body, taking her into my arms as I dialed the ambulance.
“...Yes, okay. Thank you.” I said. I was still hugging Y/n's cold body, holding a wet cloth on her head that still has a little bit of blood pouring out. As soon as I ended the call, I quickly dialed Patrick's number. He may have acted like a total asshole but he was still Y/n's husband and he deserved to know what happened to his wife.
“Pete? What's wrong? Is Y/n okay?” he said warily.
I gulped loudly, there were little tears coming out of my eyelids.
“Patrick, come to Y/n's house! Something happened to her!”
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Heyyooo, yes. Ya girl is back on track ;)
I dunno how many months it has been since I have last updated but meh, I legit don't care. Hey, at least I'm back right?
I will probs be updating next next week because my exams are coming up and my mom is going to take my gadget and I'm going to be on a short hiatus. So basically, I'm going fall out boy. Get it? Because FOB did hiatuses? No? I'll leave now...
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