Peterick oneshots: book 1.

3.

Patricks p.o.v .
It was going to be okay. Everything was going to be fine.

I found him on the bathroom floor. He was cold and lifeless. It was all so blurry. From finding him to holding his body close. I couldnt let go of him, but I had to. It was all such a blur.

The ambulance arrived, and he was rushed to hospital. I stayed with him the whole way there. I didn't know if I would ever be able to speak to him again. I didn't even know if I would be able to hug him again. I had to stay with him.

Fast forward 2 weeks

A few days ago they told me that he was going to survive, but I still had to wait for him to wake up.
Now all I had to do was play the waiting game and hope for the best.
All I had was a thin slither of hope, but I knew that he would make it. He wouldn't give up that easily. He was a fighter, and he would stay alive for me. I knew he would.

(I finally updated this oml.)