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~Claire's POV~

Her head still ached but her vision had cleared up a little, when Ben shook her awake.

"Claire, one day you are going to kill me." Ben whispered with a smile on his face.

"Don't be a drama king, Ben..." she whispered back. They were laughing quietly as someone approached.

"Is everything alright?" A familiar voice said from behind her.

"Everything is fine, Patrick." Ben said looking at the person. "Have you two been introduced?"

Claire sat up so she could see the person. "I think I was unconscious most of the time."

He wasn't very tall, and he seemed nervous. His hair was a sticking out from under his hat. He was still blurry, but Claire noticed when he smiled.

"I'm Patrick, the reason you're here." He reached to shake her hand.

Claire shook it and introduced herself. He started rambling saying sorry and whatnot. The words were making Claire's head hurt.

"It's okay, no harm done." She tried to smile but her head was pounding. "Ben, when can I go home?"

"I don't know, I will go find out." Ben left them both alone. It was awkward enough with him, but the silence was excruciatingly weird. This guy felt really bad, she knew, but why couldn't he just go away. There was no point in him staying the room, or the hospital for that matter. He probably wanted to make sure, she wouldn't sue. Whatever pity she had for him faded away quickly and was replaced by anger. He didn't even care that she was hurt, he just wanted to save himself.

"Are you really feeling better? Do you need anything?" He asked sincerely. He must be a really good actor.

"I'm feeling fine, trust me. Don't worry about getting sued." There was iciness in her voice and she had crossed her arms in front of her.

"That's not what I am worried about... I just want to make sure you are okay." Patrick seemed uncomfortable.

"Whatever, you can go now." Claire knew she was being extra bitchy, but her head was really starting to hurt.

"I really am sorry..."He mumbled walking out of the room. Ben walked in a few minutes later.

"Where's Patrick? Did he leave?" He asked happily.

"I told him he could leave." Claire said honestly.

"What makes me think that he won't be calling me anytime soon?" Ben chuckled. He started coughing again only this time his face was turning purple.

"Ben... BEN!" Claire yelled when he collapsed on the floor. Claire struggled to move her feet enough to get out of bed, but the medicine left her groggy and weak. Please don't die Ben. She thought trying desperately to get up.

"SOMBODY HELP! PLEASE!" She yelled giving up. A nurse walked in and ran out, only to run right back in with a doctor. They took Ben away quickly, leaving her there alone. She wished she hadn't asked Patrick to leave.








~Patrick's POV~


Patrick walked outside the hospital to call a cab. He had no clue how to get to the festival.

There were a couple girls in the lobby who broke into whispers when he walked by. Patrick was never really comfortable with these types of things. He hoped they stayed away from him so he could call a cab in peace. There were little beads of sweat appearing on his forehead from the dry heat outside. The sooner a cab got there the better.

It wasn't terribly long, maybe fifteen minutes or so, but it was enough time for the girls in the lobby to muster the courage and approach him. Both of them had brown hair, but they couldn't possibly be sisters. They looked the same age.

"Hi, I'm Brigitte and this is Tiffany. We love your music! We were going to go to the concert tonight but, well, my Mom was our ride and she broke her foot." The girl was really peppy. Patrick kept a fake smile on his face, as she flashed her tickets to him. "Since we can't go could you sign these?" she asked batting her eyelashes. Patrick nodded and took the pen she offered. "Thanks a bunch!" the girl exclaimed trying to hug him. They managed a one armed shrug thing before running back inside. Patrick shook his head a little to clear it. He made it through an entire fan situation without saying one word.

As the cab drove up, and he entered Patrick realized how famous they were getting. His voice could be heard over the speakers. It has to be the radio! He thought expecting to hear a completely different song next, but no, the next track on the CD started playing. The guy driving the cab must have been at least 25, a few years older than himself. The man turned around and grinned.

"Oh, my, I am such a big fan of y'all. Names Christopher. Nice to meet'cha!" The man had a heavy southern accent. He extended a hand and Patrick shook it softly, before telling him where he needed to go.

Talk about your awkward rides, there was not one moment of silence the whole time. If Christopher wasn't talking, he was playing the Fall Out Boy CD and singing along. Patrick said nothing until they pulled up to the parking lot outside of the venue.

"Thank God!" he muttered under his breath. Patrick pulled out his wallet and paid the man. He exited the car and ran around the building. His suspicions were confirmed when he turned the last corner. The barricade that was set up was full of teenagers; there was no possible way he could get past them. This was going to be difficult. The only option Patrick felt he had was to call up Pete and ask him to get Charlie.

Patrick pulled his hat down as low as it would go, and pulled out his cell phone.

"Hello" Pete said happily
"Hey I'm outside, how do I get in?"
"The door... I thought you were smart."
"Which door, Pete?"
"Well let's see..." Pete was thinking and a door a few feet to Patrick's right opened up. It was heavy and didn't have a handle on the outside. Patrick hung up and grabbed the door seeing Pete with a phone still up at his ear.

"Hey Patrick!" Pete said grinning, handing him a pass. Patrick grudgingly placed it around his neck and made his way down the hall to change his shirt. There were plenty of other bands playing in the festival, and he was having trouble finding the Fall Out Boy dressing room.

"Patrick! You made it!" Andy called down the hall. He held up his drumsticks and waved them in the air.

"I need to change my shirt... Is my backpack in here?" Patrick asked, poking through the bags in the pile.

"I don't know man, could be." Andy said helping him look. There was no backpack. "Why can't you wear that shirt?"

Patrick didn't say anything, he just held out the bloodstain on the front. "I don't wanna go up there looking like I just murdered someone."

"Well you almost did." Pete said walking in with a popsicle. Patrick gave him a look, his mood was just crappy, and he didn't want to draw anymore attention to what happened at the theatre.

"What am I going to wear? My bag is at the Hotel, and this shirt is.... Ruined!" Patrick was getting angry.

"Whoa, Pat...Calm down! I was saving this for later, but I... well it's going to be a little warm, but you can wear this." Pete had walked to his own backpack, and pulled out a folded piece of clothing. He unfolded it and showed off the hoodie. There was a print on the front, but Patrick didn't pay much attention to it.

"Oh god! Pete, You are my Fucking Hero!" Patrick exclaimed grabbing the hoodie and putting an arm around Pete's shoulders.

"I know I know... I designed it especially for you. Just pull the sleeves up and you won't die of heat exhaustion." Pete said a serious smile on his face. It was refreshing after all the mischievous grins.

"Thanks man." Patrick said before looking around for a bathroom. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad day after all.






~Claire's POV~

The medicine was wearing off, and the dull ache in her head was turning into massive pounding right behind her eyeballs. They took Ben almost 2 hours before. Why wasn't anyone coming to tell her what had happened. Ben was everything to Claire, her mentor, her friend, and even her legal guardian (up until she turned 18).

"How are you feeling?" A nurse asked, walking in with a clipboard.

"Like my head is gonna explode!" Claire groaned her hand cradling her head. The nurse did something with her IV and Claire started feeling better.

"Better?" the nurse asked smiling. Claire gave a groggy nod.

"Where is Ben?" Claire asked softly.

"Who?"

"The guy that collapsed in here, he is my... my... Dad..." Claire was fading in and out of consciousness. Whatever medicine they gave her was knocking her out.

"Oh... he is your Father... I'm sorry but..." The nurse started but Claire fell asleep before she finished the sentence.