pete

patrick was immediately taken back into a room in the er when his mother told the doctors and nurses what happened at the restaurant.

they wouldn't even let his mom back. I was scared.

eventually a doctor came and got us, telling us he okay and just tired and they had to put him under and do a special chemo.

the tumor had started growing too fast for his body to realize and it caused him to start throwing up blood and feel even more crappier than usual. (I have no medical knowledge and so this is made up)

I walk into his room behind his mom and he looks so pale.

he was still asleep and looked so peaceful, but pale. I watched his mom walk over and take his hand in hers and whisper something.

I slowly walk over and sit down by his feet.

"is he okay?" I ask her.

she looks up at me with sad eyes. "he only had eight months. its been six. I don't know, pete."

I feel tears prick my eyes and I bite my lip as I look back at patrick.

''he's gonna come back strong," I quote him.

"I know," his mom whispers.

I can't lose patrick. I need him. over these few months I've had him, I grew so attached to him and I can hardly go a day without seeing him.

what am I going to do? I love him.

"mom?"

I look up and see 'trick looking around as he tries to figure out where he is.

"'trick!" I exclaim and smile at him.

"p-pete!" he smiles back. "where a-am I?"

"bub, you're at the hospital," her voice breaks. "how're you feeling?"

she takes his hand again and he frowns.

"I-I can't r-really say. my h-head hurts. a-and why the f-fuck am I stu-stuttering?" he asks with an annoyed look.

his mom wipes a tear off her cheek and takes a deep breath. "the doctors said its just the tumor affecting your nerves and such. remember dr. ross said that would happen when... he just said it would happen?"

"oh," patrick whispers with wide eyes as realization hits him. "o-okay."

"I love you," I blurt out. his mom looks at me and starts to cry again.

"I-I love y-you too, p-petey," he says and moves to kiss my cheek.

I smile and kiss his forehead. "I'll never leave your side," I say and he looks up at me.

"I wish I-I didn't h-have to leave y-yours."

he frowns and turns his head away from us. I move closer and grab his free hand. he squeezes it and I give a squeeze back.

"am.. am I-I gonna... is it a-almost time?" he asks.

I swear my heart breaks in that moment. the look on his face.

"I don't know, patrick," his mom replies in a whisper. "I hope not."

"me t-too," he sighs. his face scrunches up and he goes into a coughing fit.

his hand flies up to cover his mouth and when he finishes and pulls it away, its covered in blood.

"m-mommy?"

he looks at her and she runs out of the room to get a nurse.

I move closer to him and run a hand through his hair.

"pete, I-I'm sc-scared!" he chokes out and starts coughing again. I cringe and close my eyes.

he stops and his breathing gets shallow as the doctor and his mom rushes in.

"move away from him!" the doctor yells.

I move and turn around just as patrick closes his eyes. his body slumps against the hospital bed and starts shaking.

"oh my god," I whisper and cover my mouth.

he's dying right in front of me.

"I'll love you until my breathing stops, forever...." I whisper. "forever."