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Patrick sat bolt upright. He'd just woken up after another nightmare. They were haunting him every night since the argument. All he wanted was Pete back. He shuffled over to the side of the bed and slid off. After a minute of stumbling around his room he found what he had been looking for. His phone. He flipped it open and stood there staring for almost a full minute at the background. He had to look away because the picture was of him and Pete and thinking about Pete hurt too much. Why had they had the fight. Patrick couldn't even remember. He dialled one on his speed dial but he knew no-one would ever pick up. He heard the faint ringing from dowstairs that he knew was petes phone. He'd left it when Patrick had kicked him out. Thinking about this was too much for Patrick and he burst into tears. After a while he managed to control the body shaking sobs enough to walk downstairs. He walked shakily over to the phone standing on the coffee table and slowly dialled the number of one of the two people he knew would try and help him. After a while he heard a tired voice on the other end of the phone
"hello?" asked Andy
"heyy Andy its Patrick, do you recon you can come round I really need some company?"
"sure thing Patrick, give me half an hour"
"ok thanks, see you then"
he hung up the phone and began dialling the second number. The conversation with Joe went almost exactly the same as it had with Andy and so didn't take long.
While he was waiting for the others to arrive he just sat on the sofa in a catatonic state and stared at the wall him and Pete had decorated. It was covered in pictures of the band or of them.
When the doorbell went he stumbled over and walked into the drawers by the door. He walked to the door and realised that it was locked but he found the key hanging on the hook next to where he was standing.
When he opened the door he found a very tired Joe standing there with a little bit more awake Andy standing just behind him.
"Patrick what's wrong seriously you look like shit?" asked Joe curiously
"I need Pete back, I feel empty and I feel like he's not even alive anymore I dunno i've got that feeling" he walked back inside and Joe and Andy followed.
"he's still alive probably crashing at gabe's house or something" Andy assured him "and anyway he'll come back we know he will"
Patrick sat down on the sofa again and Joe followed suite. Andy however walked over to the TV and flicked it on
"they said something about finding someone seriously injured when I was on the way here." He explained "but I didn't hear much about it, I just need to find out"
when the TV finally kicked into life they were all shocked to see Pete's face staring out at them.
"Pete Wentz was found around 10 minutes ago by a young girl in the Glenview area. He is now being taken to the nearest hospital but isn't expected to make it through the night." The voice of the newsreader pierced Patrick skin and he jumped up. He ran into the kitchen and ran to the knife rack.
Two strong hands seized him and dragged him away
"no Patrick you cant you have to help Pete stay alive were going to go to the hospital now and you can go and see him" whispered Andy into his ear
after a few minutes he gave up fighting and slumped.
"ok but can we drive quick please I need to see my panda"
"yeah we'll drive faster than we ever had before" answered Joe
Patrick shrugged off andys hands which had been holding him loosely after he had given up fighting and ran out of the front door. He stood waiting next to andys car which was the last one in the drive and waited for him to unlock it.
Within minutes they were on the highway and speeding towards the hospital.