Oh Nostalgia (Petetrick)

Very Snazzy

Patricks POV

"PATRICK THEYRE UPSTAIRS!" Pete shouted at me from the other room.

"OKAY HOLD ON." I shouted back at him. I got up off the couch and headed to the door of our shitty apartment. I walked down the right hallway and went up the stairs that led me to the roof of the apartment. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the black pavement that is the roof and walked to a little room looking thing next to a giant pump. I hummed as I walked around the building and grabbed a white bucket. A bucket of water balloons Joe and I were dropping on people from the roof. (a/n imagine the I Don't Care video but in 2014) I smiled at the thought as I carried the bucket back to the staircase, but the happy thought didn't last long. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs I was thinking about how I just tumbled down and how much pain I was in. And how backs aren't usually shaped like that. 'Why can't I feel anything? Why is my vision blurry? Are those sirens? Yep, those are sirens. I hope I don't die. I can't leave Pete. I love him and I know him enough to know that he isn't going to take this well. Hey there's blood on the floor. Is that my blood? I can't move. Wow there's blood everywhere. Who's that man? Hi Mr.Man! Am I high? Why would I be high? Where's Pete? I want Pete to be here. PETE IS HERE! Hi Pete! Oh. I can't talk.' My thoughts ran wild in my head.

The last thing I remember is laying on a stretcher, being carried across the yard of the apartment building, and Pete holding my hand the whole time. His mouth was moving but I couldn't really make out most of what he was saying. It was just something about me being all dopey cause I hit my head. He pointed out a bunny on the grass and gave me a pained smile. He mouthed the words "I love you" and stopped walking, letting go of my hand and watching them put me in the ambulance. I shut my eyes and let go.

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Pete's POV

I was pacing Accident and Emergency for ages before a mousy nurse came up to me with a sympathetic smile. "Mr.Wentz?" she asked, obviously trying to sound hopeful. I nodded. "Mr.Wentz is upstairs in room 182 and he is currently awake bu-" I cut her off with a thank you and ran to the lift, waited an awkward 2 minutes inside with a young woman, and quickly got out and ran to room 182. I froze at the door and stood there. 'What if he dies? What if he died when you were on the lift? Maybe he hit his head too hard and won't remember me? No. No, my Patrick will remember his husband. I know it for a fact.' I thought, I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. I saw the end of a hospital bed behind a curtain and cautiously walked towards it. I heard slight conversation and a ton of sniffling.

"I hope Pete comes soon. He really means a lot to Patrick." a voice said. It was oddly high pitched for a mans voice and I instantly recognised it as Andy's.

"But maybe it's too hard for him, like he's not ready. We should give him time. I just wish he could see him befo-"

I walked in and saw Joe, Andy, all of Panic! and Patricks Mum and Dad. I nodded to them and they all waved with sad smiles and worried eyes. Finally I looked at Patrick. He looked so little in that bed. "Hey, buddy," I said, my voice weak from crying. Patrick sat there and gave me a smile that looked so, so ugh, so perfectly agonizing. I couldn't let myself lose that smile. I couldn't let him die, but we all knew it's happening and there wasn't any changing it. Suddenly, Patrick sat up and started violently coughing. We all tried to calm him down and comfort him. He sat back, breathing heavily and his eyes fluttering.

"Can we have a bit?" I asked the crowd. They all mumbled 'of course pete' and nodded, each one if them getting up and walking out of the room.

"Pete," he said, his voice thick and crackly, "I don't have too long. Please know that I can keep fighting if you need me to. I'd do anything for you. I love you and honestly don't want to leave you. I-" he started coughing again, this time blood coming up. I winced at the sight of the love of my life in such pain. Struggling to stay alive just for me. I shook my head, "Patrick you do whatever you can to stop suffering. Watching you fight this any longer wouldn't be good for me either, I would never force you to do that. I love you too much to see you like this and I swear to god, if this works out okay, I promise we can fuck life and do anything we want. And we can adopt a kid and have a real family. We can have Andy and Joe babysit while we go on dates and go on 100 different vacations. I love you. And I will never stop loving you no matter which choice you pick. I will support you and stay with you the whole time." By the time I'm finished I was sobbing into his lap and while he stared at the wall behind me. "I'm gonna go." he sighs. I couldn't help but smile. Not that I was happy, just because I adore his every action. I bit my lip and nodded my head. I closed my eyes and listened to the heart moniter slow down. "I love you. You are so great and I admire your every action. I can't help but smile at everything you do and say. The way you sing and do that little leg dance on stage. The little laugh you give when someone's sarcastic and the way you throw yourself on the table or floor or whatever when you laugh. I love it. And I fucking always will. I love you with all my heart and I know you do too. PATRICK VAUGHN WENTZ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH." I sobbed into him. I was practically screaming as I finished the sentence. I looked up at him. He was smiling and actually looked healthier. His colour was still pasty but his lips were moistening and his eyes brightened. "I love you too, my little Wentz." he said, his voice suddenly strong and healthy. I knew that this happens when you're close to death, so I stopped hoping and nodded at him, biting my lip and clutching his hand like it's my life route.

"May we come in?" Spencer asked, his head peeking in the door. I nodded and everyone slowly walked in. "Bye Patrick." Everyone murmured, a couple 'I love you's' here and there, but no one wanted to challenge me. No one wanted to claim they love him more than I do. Because they knew.

"Bye, Shasta-buddy" Brendon laughed through his tears. For some reason everybody started crying at that and nodded their heads, chuckling a bit. Patricks mum held his other hand and his dad had his arm around her. His dad wasn't crying, but he looked genuinely sad. His mum on the other hand was sobbing and clutching her mouth with her hand. A doctor walked in as the reassuring beeping that is his heart monitor stops and made a really scary noise. It made the situation much harder to handle. He hit a button on it to make it stop. "Time of death: 3:04pm, Thursday, May 15, 2014" he announced, pulling the white sheet over his head. After everyone's goodbyes I still stayed with him. The doctor left after telling me I had 5 minutes to talk to him. I didn't say anything though. I just sat there staring at his lifeless body. I took his fedora off the chair next to the bed and placed it on his head. "Snazzy." I said, remembering the first time he showed me his new style. 'Snazzy.' I told him. 'Very snazzy.' he said. I chuckle at the memory. Good times.

"Very snazzy." a voice said. I turned around and see a man wearing black jeans, a black button up and a reddish cardigan. He walked over to Patrick and put on his fedora. I looked at his face and he smiled huge. "Hi, love" he said.

"Hi, Patrick"

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CLIFFHANGER AYY

did I make you sad? oops:333

I'm so shitty at writing but yeah I had this dream and I told my boyfriend and he was like 'make a fic lawl'

so this is just for fun I guess. wow I'm so sick lately lol my throat hurts:(

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