Pete's POV
(A/N: Sorry I took so long, school starts Monday and I needed to get my shit together. Also in light of last night's announcement (PATRICK AND ELISA ARE HAVING A BABY) id like to point out that Elisa's mention in this has nothing to do with any hate i have towards her because i really like her! )
right as Pete wakes up
I can feel Patrick breathing beside me. I take a moment to assess my surroundings and I realize this is possibly the happiest I've been. Ever since I met Patrick I had wanted to be able to hold him and kiss him and call him mine. When he started dating Elisa I told myself I'd move on. I assumed he was never going to be interested in me. Assuming he was straight, I didn't let myself get my hopes up when Elisa left him. This, just laying here with him beside me has made me realize how much i actually wanted this. Over the years I watched him and Elisa interact and my heart dropped at every loving smile he gave her and every kiss she gave him.
Patrick stirs beside me and I feel his grip on my arm tighten as he stretches his body. His eyes flutter as he adjusts to the light entering the room. He smiles up at me and buries his face in my shoulder. He says something but it's muffled and i cant make out what it is.
"Huh?"
He turns his head so he is facing me.
"I want pancakes."
I smile and he blushes a little, as if asking me for food was such a big deal. I lay my hand on his waist and pull him as close as I can.
" Do you want to go out and get some or would you rather I make you some here?"
He looks like he's thinking and suddenly a smirk finds his face.
"I want homemade ones but there's a catch."
"Oh, I don't like the look on your face."
"You are not allowed to put any clothes on."
I laughed , thinking he was joking but when i looked back at his face his expression was serious.
"I'll cook naked if you eat naked."
He smirked again, obviously making a dirty joke to himself before agreeing.
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I'm watching him take the last bite of his food as i sip my coffee. He can't reach the floor so he is swinging his legs and it's the cutest thing i've ever seen. He finishes up and gets up to put his plate in the sink. Before I can take another sip, I hear the plate shatter against the floor. I spin so quickly i almost fall out of my chair. He's standing so his back is facing me but i can see that he is looking down at his hand.
"Babe?"
He doesn't respond but i see his arm reach up to what seems to be his mouth and he gasps. I get up and turn him by a shoulder and i find myself gasping too.
"P-Pete?"
He looks up at me terrified, i try not to look worried and tell him he is fine. God, i try so so hard to keep from sobbing, for his sake.
"Let's get dressed Patrick, i'll take you to the ER"
My hand is shaking as i take his and pull him to the room.
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When I start the car he coughs and some more sputters out, more blood staining his chin. I hear him let out a sob and i know he's scared. Fuck, i wish it was me. My poor Patrick.
When we get to the hospital we rush in and Patrick is spitting out some more blood. The nurse takes us back immediately and leaves us in a room while she rushes to notify the doctor of our arrival.
When the doctor sees Patrick, he tenses up but tries to keep a straight face. He tells us he's gonna run some tests so he needs to draw blood. Patrick offers him the bucket he now holds in his hands for when he spits up. The doctor looks in realizing what it is and tells Patrick that it doesn't work that way.
When Patrick is finished getting his blood drawn he looks at me and apologizes. I tell him it isn't necessary, assure him it isn't his fault. He gives me a small smile but it soon drops as he brings his face above the bucket and spits a few times.
When asked, I tell the doctor that he was perfectly fine one minute and literally the next he's like this. The doctor looks scared now. He tells us he is going to let us know when the test results come back.
When Patrick finally falls asleep, I don't let go of his hand. I sit and watch him, he is constantly waking up to spit and everytime he spits it seems to be a bigger amount of blood.
When I finally get tired enough that my head starts bobbing, I lean my head on the wall beside me. I try to think good thoughts, i tell myself that Patrick will be fine.
When I fall asleep, i dream of my Patrick.
(A/N: i dont know what happened to this chapter, i had something in mind but then i strayed and well... there ya go..)
