underappreciated me (patrick stump fanfic)

Whole new world

Zara p.o.v

"Zara honey, i got you some coffee," my mom says walking into the room handing me a coffee cup and a cookie,"And your favourite cookies." she said, it was almost like she was going to say something but didn't.

i looked back at Patrick sleeping peacefully, the docotrs said this morning that there is more activity like his stomach is making noises, his heart beat is picking up and most importantly his brain is making contact with the machines although Patrick's brain never made contact, it was always in the clouds.

"uhh," my mom started,"Your father called.." my mom said. Yeah my dad hasn't been to visit, i guess he doesn't really care. on the bright side my grandfather has visited everyday and inclkuding Patrick he comes to see him after visiting me.

"What he say?" i asked out of suspision, i want to know what he's saying to my mom, like what if he's saying she's a bad parent because she left me for the weekend alone? what if he calls social services and they come and take me?

wait..im eighteen years of age.

but still i don't want my mom being accused of this when its clearly my fault.

"Well he actually didn't say much, he just wanted me to tell you to get well soon.." she said trailing off. i nodded my head and looked down in dissapointment, he obviously doesn't care about me. As i said the more i hang with Joe the more i realise how lousy my father is.

"Im sorry honey." she said rubbing my back.

"No mom, its okay. i have you, i have Joe, Max , GrandDad and Patrick." i said looking back at patrick hoping to god he'll wake up soon.

"morning!" a tired voice chirped in the room we turned around to see patricks mom coming in with a bag that looked full of clothes, Patricks clothes i suppose since she put the back in the small wadrobe in the corner and muttered 'ill sort them later,'

"good morning." my mom replied, "hello," i replied.

she turned around and took a look at her son and sighed,"well, he's a bit of colour on his face." she walked over and inspected his cheeks that had lost the pale look. she felt them and looked at him confusingly. "he has a bit of heat too." she continued.

i put my hand onto his other cheek, i felt more warmth on his cheek than yesterday, i smiled down at him. "Yeah, thats strange, well not strange, good." i said leaning down and kissing him on the cheek.

Patricks mom smiled at me.

Last night my mom told me when i fell asleep on Patrick's arm, my mom told Patricia all about me and Patrick even told her about me losing my virginity, which will be awkward when Patrick wakes up. my mom told me she understood completely, she said that when she was home alone she could feel him around and he'd try and hide but she'd know he was there.

so i concluded, all them times i hadn't seen Patrick he was visiting his mom and me being the selfish cow basically made him promise not to see her and yet he said he loved me, i don't deserve him what so ever.

"has the doctor come?" Patricia asked. i shrugged my shoulders since i wasn't here, i only woke up an hour ago.

"uh, Me and Zara only woke an hour but i suppose he has because Patricks tubes where changed and theres new needles and his drips been cleaned out and replaced." my mom said looking at him, now his cheeks are flushed.

is he alright?

"he's blushing because you kissed him on the cheek." his mom smirked, i blushed again and looked down at Patrick, Atlest there's some form of action.

again something has changed about Patrick his eye-lids were fluttering but just kind of a blink flutter it was like he was fighting for them to open.

 "Patrick?" patricia asked looking at him confusingly, a knowing grin spread accross his mouth, "you cheeky little monkey." she laughed tears in her eyes.

well me? im in shock.

Patricks eye's opened fully and he squinted at the light, i looked at him in shock i cant believe it! he's actually awake and he's not in pain he looks fine.

"mom?" he barely whispered, she ran to him and took his hand, Patrick looked full of panic and worry and somehow he looks stressed.

"yes honey, are you okay?" she asked, Patricks breathing got heavier and he began panicking tears falling out of his eyes, Just a few seconds ago he was smiling.

"mom?" he croaked again his grip tightening, the more his breath became faster my heart beated heavier,"where's zara? is she okay? mom tell me!" he said his voice becoming clearer.

he's asking for me?

"Honey, she's fine." she said pointing to the other side of Patricks bed. Patrick tried turning his head but winced, my mom moved my wheelchair to where he was, Patrick's tears were soon replaced with a smile.

"Zara?" he asked, he smiled big, i done the same smiling back at him and moving closer. "your okay!" he says trying to reach out to me, i quickly grab a hold of his hand placing his hand in mine and kissing it.

"im fine." i reply, he smiled at me again.

after a few minutes silence my mom decided to speak up,"ugh should we leave the kids for a few minutes Patricia and get coffee?" my asked, Patricia quickly nodded pecking the top of Patricks head and then mine.

when they left Patricks grin got bigger, that cheeky grin,"What are you up to now?" i asked laughing. Patrick put his two arms out indicating he wanted a hug, obviously i tried to hug him a little but the only thing i hugged was his arm.

"i can't really hug you, im in a wheelchair." i laughed. Patrick shuffled a little trying to move down a bit but failed and we both just let go, Patrick looked down at me in the wheel-chair.

"Why are you in a wheel-chair?" he fussed, i tried to calm him down by putting ym hand in the air telling him to calm down since his breath was getting faster.

"its because im not strong enough to start walking yet." i explain, Patrick soon calms down and holds my hand and again that cheeky smile returns and he winks at me.

here we go perverted patty on the scene.

"you know what i've been dreaming about?" he winks with that grin again. i blush i look down

"Patrick, if i could walk right now i would-"

"you would give me a lap dance?" he says wriggling his eyebrows at me, i chuckle at him and throw a crumb from my cookie at him and it lands at the other side of the bed.

"great aim." he comments laughing his ass off, i will kill him.

"You ass!" i say laughing and he fakes hurt. well actually i don't know if he's fake hurting or actually hurting, you can't tell now a days.

"are we still on the name-calling stage, i thought we were over that when you-"

"alright alright enough!" i say cutting him off.

Patrick is still laughing his ass off, his legs kicking at the end of the bed trying to control himself. After a short while his laughing dies down and we fall into a silence, not an awkward silence but a comfortable silence, Patrick stares at me and this time it was a sincere smile.

i look back up at him with a smile on my face,"I'm glad you're alive." i say, my hands placed on his, i bend down and kiss his hands, "i love you."

"i love you too."

**Hello new chapter ayyyyyy, thank you all for the lovely comments and votes you guys are the best, i have the sequel sorted but this story ain't over yet. i hope you All enjoyred perverted patrick waking up, anyways thank you again

love you all, becka:)xx**