Pete's POV
Patrick: i broom.
Pete laughed at the text He'd received. He was sure this was a typo.
Pete: umm... okay broom.
Broom: I'm not a broom.
Pete: you just said you are
Broom: huh
Broom: Ummm, i dont even know.
Pete: I find this absolutely hilarious.
Broom: No.
Broom: don't.
Pete: too late. I have it saved as your contact.
Broom: -.-
Pete smiled knowing that Patrick was too.
PATRICKS POV
Having no clue with what just happened patrick put his phone down as he walked through the hospital doors. Little Whit following behind him scared about she would be told.
"Stump?"
They stood up went with the doctor. The bleached white walls screamed at them. The long hallway equally terrifying. Doctors and nurses rushed around.
Little Whit, hiding behind Patrick, was shaking. She almost knew what they would say. Nothing good would come out of this.
She was right. Chemo. She refused it, but they encouraged it. She knew she would die. Why make it worse. Patrick agreed. He loved her and seeing her like that would destroy them both. They had to be strong. They only have each other.
That night she tossed and turned. That night Patrick couldn't sleep. That night Pete fell asleep smiling unaware of the pain he's friends we're going through. That night Brendon came to his senses.
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14 (peterick) DISCONTINUED
Фанфик14 was my lucky number. But on my fourteenth birthday my life went downhill. (Rewriting) Warning triggering stuff -suiside -self harm -death -cancer
