Not Warroirs (Joetrick and more)

Taken By Sleep

Sorry for the graphic photo, that's what Patrick's arms kinda look like okay?
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Patrick laid on his bed. He had his favourite Teen Age Mutant Ninja Turtles sleeping pants on and a David Bowie short sleeve shirt on. He looked at his pain broken and scarred skin. He also kept looking over to his night stand at the baby's photo. It scared him a lot.

He laid in bed trying to think about anything besides the baby. Patrick looked over to the empty side of the bed and turned to face it. "Patrick? It's time to take your medicine." His grandma said opening the door. She had his pills and a glass of water. He sat up and took the glass from her. "Here you go!" She says plopping one by one into his hand. He put them all in his mouth and took a swing of water. He handed her the glass and she left him alone.

All night Patrick tossed and turned in bed. He really tried to get some sleep but he couldn't. He grabbed his phone and texted joe, oh course he was up. After a while of texting joe asked if Patrick thought of any baby names. Patrick took a deep breath in and typed no and sent it. He turned off his phone and placed it on the bedside table. He grabbed the baby photo and looked at it it's nose.

He chuckled. "Maybe you do have a nose like me..." he said before setting it aside and laying down. Tonight he wrapped an arm around his stomach feeling the kicks and movements of the baby.