Patrick's pov
Carly looked as if she was about to burst with happiness. She leaned and kissed my forehead. Her eyes were bright. They hinted a little sadness.
She looked at the clock. "Holy crap! It's 3:30!" She yelped. "I gotta go. I'll be back soon, okay?" She kissed my cheek.
"Where are you going?" I asked. I was a little worried.
Her eyes darkened. "I'll tell you later," She turned away, "I don't wanna worry you."
"Tell me." My hoarse voice cracked. I was beyond worried now.
"I don't know how."
"Just tell me where you're going." I stated. She looked like she was about to cry.
"Chemo," She replied. "I have to go to chemo."
"Oh," was all I could manage. She has cancer? No. She can't. I looked up at Andy and he just nodded. Carly kissed my hair and turned around to the door.
I sat there in silence for a few minutes. My head began to hurt, as well as my stomach. I bit back my lip and stared at the wall. I wanted to let out a cry, but all I could manage was a muted whimper.
It was enough for Andy to hear. Hawk ears. "Woah, Patrick,"
"What?" I whimpered.
"You're bleeding." He pointed at my stomach. Pete ran out to find someone. He could have just pressed the panic button.
"I-I think the stitches broke," I mumbled.
"I think they did, too," Joe looked terrified.
Crap. Here comes the light-headed part. I don't want to close my eyes. Eventually, I did.
--a/n--
Sry for the shortness. I'm really tired. I GOT ALL A HONOR ROLL THIS SEMESTER YAY! 6th grade is a bitch. Why do they give kindergarteners naps when they don't want it and they don't give them to us when we want it? NOT FAIR!!!
-Emily aka Foblvr
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Don't Tell
FanfictionAfter Carly Hurley is violently raped by her ex boyfriend, Aaron Smith, she feels she has done wrong and can't tell anyone. Her brother, Andy Hurley has noticed her current depression and decides to take her on tour with Fall Out Boy. What he doesn'...
