I should just make these stories fucking collabs. welcome george o'malley and alex karev from grey's anatomy to this story. (also known as, OTP #12 billion).

Joe Trohman is a fucking mess. He can't stop pacing around the fucking ICU and hasn't sat down in hours. Not since Pete went into immediate surgery because his lungs were filling up with fluids.

Andy Hurley is also a fucking mess. He can't stop crying long enough to get a full sentence out. His best friend could die today. At age seventeen. Without having lived even a full twenty years of his life.

Gerard Way is, too, a fucking mess. He hasn't been able to breathe right since Pete went into surgery. His breathing is nowhere near where it's supposed to be. He has panic disorder, and it decides to kick in right as Pete goes for surgery. He and Pete aren't even that good of friends.

Patrick Stump has no fucking idea what to do. All he does it take turns trying to comfort each one of them while trying to stay calm. It's not working.

Everything goes on like that until Pete's doctor comes out. Joe finally sits down, Andy stops crying, and Gerard's breathing gets as normal as it's going to. The doctor smiles at them.

"The surgery went well. Pete should be fine and is already running his mouth and won't stop. He's awake and has requested to see a Patrick," The doctor tells them. Joe smiles and leans back in his chair, Andy hugs Joe, Gerard calms down, and Patrick just raises his hand.

The doctor does a motion with his hand that's holding a clipboard, telling Patrick to follow him. The doctor raises an eyebrow and says, "That's an interesting group you have back there,"

"Yeah, we're something," Patrick agrees, smiling for the first time since he talked to Pete.

"You his boyfriend?" The doctor asks, nudging Patrick with his elbow. Patrick turns bright red. "Don't be embarrassed, kid. I have a boyfriend. His name is Alex. You'll probably see him,"

"I.. my boyfriend is the one with the red hair and breathing problem," Patrick admits shyly. "Pete likes me, though,"

"Aha, I understand. Well, here we are. If you need anything, just tell a nurse to page O'Malley," The guy says. He smiles at Patrick one last time before he walks off and puts his arm around a guy way taller than him. That must be Alex.

"Patrick," Pete smiles as he enters the room. Patrick shakes his head.

"Don't fucking scare me like that again, Pete. You almost died,"

"Like you care," Pete's mood changes instantly, making Patrick cock his head to the side. "Don't fucking look at me like that. I don't know what the hell you're doing in here anyways, fucker,"

"Whoa, Pete, calm down-" Patrick tries, but he is cut off by Pete before even getting a full five words out of his mouth.

"I am calm, Patrick," Pete smiles at him again. Patrick's eyebrows raise, his eyes going wide.

"Pete, you're scaring the shit out of me. What's wrong?" Patrick backs up to the wall when Pete glares at him. His hand is right near the 'Page if you need a nurse' button.

"Fuck off, Patrick," Pete snarls, his teeth showing. Patrick doesn't think twice before hitting the button. O'Malley comes running into the room a mere seconds later.

"Help him, please," Is all Patrick says before he slides down the wall to the floor and pulls his knees to his chest. He doesn't move until the taller doctor from earlier comes to sit next to him and taps his knee a few times.

"What's up, kid? I'm Alex," He asks. Patrick just shakes his head. Alex sighs. "Pete's got bipolar disorder. I'm not gonna lie. That surgery fucked 'im up,"

"Wait, what?" Patrick turns to fully face Alex, who's staring at his feet. Pete and bipolar don't go together. Pete's always been chill.

"Pete had bipolar disorder before all of this shit happened. His suicide 'tempt made it worse. Until we can figure out how to fix him, he's going to change moods constantly," Alex explains.

"Holy shit," Patrick's eyes widen. Alex just pats his back.

"He should be okay, though," He assures Patrick. "I have a question for you, kid,"

"Shoot," Patrick says. Why would this man want to ask him anything?

"You're okay, right?" Alex asks. Patrick snorts.

"Define 'okay,'" Alex shakes his head at Patrick and pats his back again. "My mom died about three months ago. My dad beat me and left," Patrick doesn't really know why he's telling a guy he barely knows this, but he trusts Alex for some reason.

"My dad used to, uh, you know," Alex says awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. This must be tough for him to tell a random teenager in a hospital.

"I don't understand why people do that shit to their children. Does it make them feel better?" Patrick says angrily. Alex shrugs.

"I guess it makes them feel more in charge. I know one thing for sure, though. If I'm ever lucky enough to have kids with that beautiful man over there, neither he or I will lay a hand on them," Alex promises. He pats Patrick's back one last time before placing a kiss to his head and ruffling his hair. "Stay out of trouble, kiddo,"

"I'm seventeen!" He sasses. Alex rolls his eyes.

"Just be careful," He pulls O'Malley aside just as Patrick gets up to check on Pete.

"Hey, buddy," He whispers to Pete. It seems that O'Malley has given him something to make him sleepy. "Sleep well," And he rubs his thumb across Pete's cheek before slipping out of the room unnoticed.

You see, Patrick Stump and sad things don't mix easily. Not without him having just a little to drink. Perhaps that's where he's going right now.

Maybe he'll go to a bar that's too dark for someone to even think to I.D. him. Maybe he'll actually drink off his sadness. Maybe the vodka will finally work for once in his life, instead of him pretending that everything's okay.

Maybe Patrick Stump will cry tonight.

this shit got dark damn