Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Four ◌

"It's okay! I know how to handle this!" Frank screamed. "I've seen this before!"

He walked over to Dallon and stepped all over him, mashing him into the floor of the room. He walked back, allowing Dallon some space. To the amazement of the others, Dallon slowly rose back up and a minute later, he was back to normal.

Back to keeping his eyes on Brendon the whole time.

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9:30 P.M. In Fall Out Boy's cabin
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"Deep breaths Pete, calm down." Patrick said in his quiet, soothing voice. "Maybe you're just a little seasick."

"Give him some Benadryl or something." Andy called from in the bedroom.

"I swear to God if he's sick and spreads it to us, I'm gonna be really pissed off." Joe warned.

"Joe, come on, be nice." Patrick said, shooting evil glances at Joe.

"Don't tell me to be nice, I'll jump off this boat and swim home."

Another angry glance from Patrick.

"I'm serious! Don't question me!"

Patrick rubbed Pete's back carefully, doing his best to calm him down. He had gotten sick over something and everyone was worried about the flu now. Joe and Andy hid in the bedroom portion of their cabin while Patrick stayed with Pete in the bathroom.

"Do you feel any better?" Patrick asked.

"Uh, a little. Thanks to you." Pete said, blushing a bit.

"Oh... Good. I uh, rubbed your back in a nice um, circular motion to uh... it actually helps to..." Patrick stuttered awkwardly.

"No Patrick, it was you. You made me-"

Andy entered the bathroom carrying a bundle of sheets and blankets. "How ya doin' my man?" He asked. Pete groaned in response. Andy began to set up a bed in the bathtub. Since there was only a double bed, Patrick agreed to sleep on the floor while Joe and Pete claimed the bed. With nowhere else to go, Andy was fine sleeping in the tub. He said he had done it mainly times before. Nobody bothered to ask when.

Pete groaned again. "Ah, it's getting bad again, Patrick!" He closed his eyes and Patrick took his hand and squeezed it. Patrick was willing to stay on the bathroom floor as long as Pete needed. Even though his back hurt like hell and he was exhausted.

"Hey, hey, Pete. Calm down. I'm right here for you. You're going to get through this." Patrick held Pete's hand and rubbed his back with his other. "It's alright, just take deep breaths."

Pete eventually calmed down and relaxed. "Patrick thank you so much for being here. I wouldn't want anyone else with me right now. I just feel so.. safe when I'm with you. You give me this happy feeling whenever I see your face and... I'm just so lucky to have you in my life."

Patrick blushed and smiled. "Of course, Pete. Anytime you need me I'm here. Actually, there's something I want to, uh... tell you." He paused, looking Pete right in the eyes. He felt like his chest was on fire. But the good kid of fire. The kind that makes you feel absolutely unstoppable. Patrick felt the walls of the bathroom fall away and suddenly, he felt like they were in their own world. Just the two of them. Alone together. Pete, I... I really, really-"

"Uh guys you know I'm still here right?" Andy asked, as he sat up in the tub.

Pete and Patrick jumped. "My God, Andy! What the hell?" Pete said, startled.