*April's POV*
As Zac's eyes open, my eyes widen. I was so happy to see him start to wake again; he's been sleeping on and off all day. I walk over to the side of his hospital bed, smiling.
"Hey Zac," I mumble. "How are you feeling?"
"In a lot of pain," he mumbles, squinting from the pain. The doctor's had just given him more pain medication through his IV, so if this didn't work, it wouldn't be a good thing.
"I'm here for ya," I say to him, grabbing his hand, tightly. A half smile slaps on Zac's face as he tries to stay awake. I look over as I hear footsteps slowly coming to a stop at the doorway. Hayley was here, in a black romper, polka dot leggings, and platform combat boots. Her hair was still a fiery red orange like I remembered it.
"Hey...can I uh...talk to Zac?" she asks, softly. I look over at Zac. This was his (risky) call.
"I guess," Zac says to Hayley. You could hear the not only emotional, but physical pain in his voice.
I head out of the room, Hayley and I giving each other a half smile. I wasn't sure how to feel about her just yet; she did piss me off a few days ago.
I see a guy with black hair, a black sweatshirt, and black skinny jeans, lean over in a chair in the waiting room. I take a few steps to my right to notice that it was still Pete.
"Oh my God, give it up, asshat," I mumble, walking towards him. He doesn't sit up at the sound of my footsteps walking towards him, which was surprising.
"Pete."
"Pete, get up!" I exclaim, standing near him. I see him sit up and see that his eyes were all red and puffy. I step back a little, so shocked to see Pete Wentz crying.
"Pete?" I repeat, this time more concerned.
"What?! Did you just come over here to tell me to leave again?! To go back to having nothing?! I lost my world: my band! And April, I get it, it wasn't your fault, but it was more my fault because I ruined the relationship between you and Patrick! You know I never meant to, I was just overprotective and a dumbass! Patrick isn't the only one who misses you either, April!"
I stare at Pete, confused as to whether he was being honest or not.
"And dammit April, if I didn't mean all this shit, would I still be here?!" he exclaims, getting up from his seat, looking me right in the eyes.
"I'm gonna tell you this one last time, April, that we can't lose you. You're apart of our lives, a huge part. We love you. And if you just wanna throw it all away, let it be that way, but you're gonna hurt a lot of people in the process."
Pete's powerful words will overwhelming to me. Tears began to form in my eyes, and now I regret pushing Patrick away so many times. He never did anything.
Patrick never did a thing. That's what he's been trying to tell me.
"I'll be right back," I say, promptly getting up. I run down the hall, hoping Patrick was still here somewhere.
*Pete's POV*
I walk back into Zac's hospital room. I look over at him, who was like, wait...what happened to this kid?
"Hey Pete," Zac mumbles, acknowledging me.
"Hey dude."
"Have Patrick take good care of her," Zac mumbles, closing his eyes. My eyes widen and I quickly turn away from Zac. So were these two dating? Did they just break up? I'm in a small town in New York...a fucked up town. I see a nurse walk by.
"Um, nurse?" I ask. She stops and walks into the room.
"What can I get you?"
"You guys don't serve alcohol right?" I sigh and lean over, wondering why I asked that question.
"Sir, we're a hospital, not a bar." I hear the nurse walk out. I was just so confused at everything.
"Just take good care of her man," I hear Zac speak up as I begin to leave the room. I look back at Zac. I never liked the kid, but I wanted to be polite as possible.
"Will do, Mr. Farro," I mumble, clenching my teeth, and shutting the door.
