Peterick OneShots

With My Last Breath

Basically Pete almost dies, and Patrick comes to see him in the hospital. Slight angst and a whooollee lotta fluff

Thank you once more to Madison for helping me a TON with this one.

TW: violence, death m (he doesn't die i promise), food m, needles, hospitals, ask to tag

AN: I'm posting this on AO3 as well :)

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Pete gasped, holding his hand up to the knife wound in his side. His attacker had run off down the alley, pushing past a woman that was now calling the police. He glanced at her before falling back, his head hitting the pavement hard. Through the throbbing in his head, he faintly remembered something about leaving knives in you rather than pulling them out; something to do with bleeding to death faster? Pete didn't really remember, but he couldn't care; it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Pete groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to ignore the pain. He'd worked so hard today, staying in the studio until dark, and now he was lying on the ground in an alley. Their album was almost finished; Pete really hoped he would have got to see it completed.

With shaking hands Pete reached into his pocket and fished out his phone, dialing Patrick's number immediately. He wasn't really sure why at first; if anything he should call his mom, or his brother, or maybe a damn ambulance. As soon as it started to ring, though, he felt instantly calmer. Patrick made him feel safe, he always had, and, if nothing else right now, Pete needed something comforting.

Pete breathed deeply, trying to sound normal.

"Hello?" Patrick's voice was so beautiful on the other end of the line; he sounded sleepy, like he always was after recording.

"Hey Tricky, what are you up to?"

"I made tea before bed, why? What's up Wentz?"

Pete stared up at the sky, watching the clouds slowly move away to reveal the stars. It was gorgeous, and helped to soothe him even more. "Just wanted to hear your voice, I guess," he said, softer than before.

Patrick laughed, and Pete felt his heart stutter, but that could have been the fact that he was slowly bleeding to death. "Pete, you listened to my voice all day man. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Rick, don't worry," Pete hesitated, before speaking quietly. "Patrick, you know I love you, right? Like.. You're my best friend in the entire world." He could feel Patrick's frown through the phone, and hoped he wasn't worrying him too much.

"Yeah, and I love you too, dumbass. Pete.. Is something wrong? Do you need me to come get you..?"

Pete shook his head despite the fact that his friend couldn't see him. "Nah, it's okay, really. Just.. Wanted to remind you."

Patrick hummed, and Pete shivered. His vision was getting weird, and he knew he had to hurry before he ran out of time. "Patrick.. I-I love you a lot, okay? Like.. Just always know that, okay? I'm not making much sense, I know, but when do I ever right? Just.. Yeah," he chuckled breathlessly, wincing at how his laughter made the pain in his side so much worse.

"I love you too Pete. You're okay, really. Just.. Tell me if something's wrong, okay?"

Pete smiled. Patrick cared about him, he always had honestly. Patrick was there with him through everything, and even if he didn't realize it, he was helping him now, too. Patrick loved him, in his own way, and even though Pete longed for him to feel the same love he did, for now, the thought that he mattered to Patrick Stump at all was enough.