Ending #2 (Happy)

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After Chasten said those words, Peter heard a flat line. He jumped up and got Dr. Urie. The staff rushed in, trying to get a screaming Peter out of the room.

"CHASTEN! CHAS! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, JUST KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU!" After Peter yelled that, a nurse injected him and he fell asleep.

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Chasten

"Chasten, dear...." My grandma said.

"Grandma?" I question. She nods.

"You can choose to either go back to your life or stay." She explained.

I thought about it. I needed to go to Peter.

"I need to go back. For him."

She nodded and I was sent back to a crying Peter.

"I- I lo-ve y-ou Pe-ter."

"I fuckin love you too Chasten..." I squeeze his hand. The doctors bring me back to the room.

"It's a miracle honestly, he was dead, but, some how he's back." Dr. Urie said shocked.

"He's strong, he faught it, that's how." Peter smiled, a year slipping from his eye. I let out a small laugh and wipe the tear away. Peter and I smile at each other.

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Peter

It's been two months since Chasten was last in the hospital. I hear him waking up so I rush to the room to help him.

"Peter, I don't need your help!" He whines jokingly.

"The doctors told me to help you so that's what I'ma do!" I snap at him, as a joke.

"Okay daddy." My head snapped up.

"W-What?" I question and he smirks.

"What? You were acting like you were my dad." He answers with a shrug pulling me on the bed so that I'm sitting next to him. He pulls me in for a kiss and I kiss back. He pushes me down on the bed. I smirk into the kiss and he does the same.

"Alrighty, time for breakfast, I made Micky Mouse waffles!" I exclaim and get up. I walk away and I smile when Chasten said exactly what I wanted him to.

"Peter! Where do you think you are going?! I need help!" He shouts.

"I thought you said you didn't need my help!" I yell back and I hear him sigh.

"First you are a cockblocker, then you refuse to help your boyfriend! How rude!" Chasten jokes. I go back to help him and we eat breakfast with smiles on our faces.

To be continued...

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