okay, new chapter. I was in a pretty bad place last week, and with a few complications, I was unable to type. if you want to know why, my nail broke and everything was uneven and I was not okay with that. so anyway, I didn't upload. But I'm back now!!!

anyway, back to the triggers.

Tw: mentions of eating disorders, violence, my writing, and mentions of cheating.

this story is going to get very dark, so hang in there.

unpublished

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it had been a little over a month since Patrick got to the psych ward. Winter was approaching and the psych ward was failing at being run by good people, so it was way too cold.

Patrick and the rest of the patients froze, until they decided that they could just wear long sleeve shirts under their white required shirts. (I used to do that at school in the winter. also the uniform is ugly)

Pete and Patrick started to get closer together - as friends of course- they started sleeping in each other's beds due to the cold

Patrick awoke one morning with Pete next to him. I was colder than usual, meaning that they were in Pete's bed.

when Patrick woke up in Pete's bed, that usually meant that Pete was way too frozen to come to Patrick's bed.

Patrick let out a yawn and started to get up. He started to shake Pete gently to wake him up. Pete only groaned and turned to the other side of the bed.

Patrick smiled and shook him again. " Petey~" he said in a sing-song voice. "its time to wake up~"

Pete groaned again and opened his eyes. "why....." he said groggily. That made Patrick giggle.

"Because you have to" He said with a smile. Pete just turned back around and looked at Patrick.

"I hate this!" he whined. "I only got two hours of sleep"

Patrick frowned. Pete had told him before that the sleeping pills weren't working and Harper wouldn't let him get stronger ones.

Something about her made Patrick alarmed. When Pete told him about the visits, he wanted to report her, but he made a swear to Pete not to say anything.

"get up sleeping beauty" Patrick said with a smile as he got up and walked to the bathroom. to get ready.

while he was at the hospital, he got to know what all the wristband colors meant. It was what you were in the psych ward for, and that's why nobody ever asked him, they already knew.

Orange: eating disorder

gray: attempted murder

purple: schizophrenia

Black: murder

black with red crosses: multiple murder

red: attempted suicide

blue: obsessive compulsive disorder

yellow: multiple personality disorder

pink: borderline personality disorder

white: other

Patrick frowned at his wristband. He didn't like other people knowing those things about him. It was embarrassing.

When he was finished getting ready, he walked out of the bathroom to be met with the groan of Pete.

"Patrick, get your friend away from my door!" He growled.

Patrick's eyes widened as he opened the Door to their room. Mikey was standing there with the usual blank expression. "fuck you too Pete" he said, rolling his eyes.

Pete groaned again. "can you please leave?" he asked with a sigh. "I specifically asked you never to talk to me again"

Mikey rolled his eyes. "you cant tell me what to do Peter" he said, crossing his arms.

Now Pete was usually a calm, anxious and shy dude, but that made Pete lash out.

"listen here you little bitch" He growled, started staking towards Mikey. "we made a fucking deal, stay the fuck away from me, and I wont tell your brother what a fucking asshole you are! I kept my end, now fucking. Keep. yours"

by now, Pete was chest to chest to Mikey, and for some reason, Patrick wasn't okay with that. He cleared his throat to get their attention.

They both backed away as the door opened and a familiar gap toothed girl walked in the room.

"What the hell is happening?" Melanie asked. She growled when she saw Mikey. "leave. right fucking now"

Mikey quickly grabbed Patrick's hand and walked out of the room. Patrick was a bit startled at the sudden motion.

"what the hell was all that about?" He asked starting to keep up with how fast Mikey was walking.

"i dont know how you can share a room with him" Mikey said in an annoyed tone. Patrick made him stop walking by pulling his arm back.

"what is that supposed to mean?" he asked, slightly upset. Mikey sighed.

"Pete is an asshole. He made our relationship hell, and I was too scared to break up with him." Mikey said. Patrick was taken aback.

Pete, scared Mikey so that he wouldn't break up with him? that doesn't sound like him.

Patrick didnt know why, but his entire view on Pete changed. Maybe he was like everyone always said. absolutely insane.

"patrick, hello there" A sickly sweet voice said, cutting off his thinking. Patrick saw Dr. Harper standing right in front of him, smiling. a very fake smile.

Parick gave a fake smile back and waved. Mikey was too angry and impatient, so he walked off in a huff.

Harper smiled and waked Patrick to her office. Patrick was more than slightly uncomfortable. Not only because he had a bad feeling about her, but because she wasn't his therapist.

"so, Ive been talking with your therapist, and he agreed that you should take this for the nightmares and paranoia" she said, handing him a small orange bottle of small white pills.

Patrick examined them for a second. they seemed alright. "thanks" he said, before walking out of the room.

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a few hours later, Patrick walked back into his and Pete's room. He didn't really want to since they started 'the system'.

it basically went like this. When Pete caught Patrick making himself throw up once, he swore that he would get Patrick back on track with his eating.

from that day forward, after their group therapy, Pete would task Patrick with eating something small, then staying with him until he digested it.

Pete promised that he would give Patrick something if he finished a whole granola bar and was still hungry. Patrick tried to force himself to eat a whole one once, but that ended in a lot of vomit.

When Patrick opened the door, Pete was already sitting down and smiling softly.

Patrick sat down next to Pete and sighed as he took the granola bar from his roommate's hands.

"I think you can do t this time Patrick" Pete said with a bright smile. "I believe in you"

Patrick smiled and unwrapped the granola bar and took a bite out of it. He felt fine, so he took another bite and kept going until the granola bar was gone. he then noticed that his stomach craved more.

"p-Petey?" Patrick asked nervously. Pete looked at him with proud but curious eyes.

"yeah?"

Patrick began to stutter more as every bone in his body was screaming at him not to ask. he decided, fuck it. "c-can I have another one...." he asked nervously.

Pete's eyes widened as he squealed and hugged Patrick tightly. he was close to tears as he was so proud of his friend.

this was the first time Patrick finished something and asked for more.

"I'm so proud of you Pattycakes" Pete said with a huge smile on his face.

Patrick smiled. "thank you Petey. now, what's my prize?" he asked with hopeful eyes.

Pete laughed and got up. he went to their closet and pulled out his red hoodie.

"I know you have been drooling over this thing for almost 3 weeks now." Pete said with a smile.

and it was true, Patrick had wanted to wear Pete's red hoodie for a long time. It would be oversized on him, and it was soft and warm.

Patrick took the hoodie in his hands and held it close to him. "thank you. so much." he said, a smile never leaving his face.

"you're welcome. and its magic, so it will stay oversized even when you gain weight" Pete smiled, pulling Patrick close.

Pete and Patrick spent the rest of the day cuddling and talking.

Patrick ended the day by taking one of the pills and putting the bottle away. He snuggled into Pete and fell asleep.

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sorry for the wait frens. Also, I'm getting scared because they are setting off fireworks and I hate loud and sudden noises and they wont stop. I hate living here and I want to go live with my grandma where it's quiet.

anyway, that's all folks

- Petey