Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > The possible end of Pete Wentz
I wake up and heasr a rythemic beep.I open my eyes and see Andy'e blur above me.
"Hey, Pat...", he hands me my glasses.
I look around, realising I'm in a hospital, I blink and hear brakes. I jump.
"You, ok?"
"Wh-What happened?"
"A drunk guy crashed into us...you broke your arm..."
"I broke it?"
He laughs, but I notice tears in his eyes.
"Where's Pete?"
"Well, he...he's worse than you..."
My heart sinks.
I look down at Pete's unconscious body. I bite my lip and kiss his cheeck. He makes a weird sound, and his heart rate incrases to a normal speed.
"I'm doctor Carlson and I don't want to say it like this but...he's not going to make it..."
"Why not?", I snap.
"He has internal bleeding, he's lost too much blood, He might have dadaged his spinal chord, and a part of his bone has lodged into his brain."
"Y-You have to do something!"
"Mr. Stump, I can't do anything, he needs blood and we just don't have the type he needs."
"I do! We have the same blood type!"
"You don't have enough for the both of you-"
"Then fucking drain my body!"
"Mr. Stump, we-"
"Patrick...?", Pete mumbles.
I lean down, "yes, baby?"
"I Love you..."
I smile weakly, "I love you too."
"He...shouldn't be talking..."
"Yes, he should...talking is good...Pete, what did we go watch?"
"Sweeney Todd...", he laughs weakley and softly sings, "The thing wrong with poet is how do you know it's diseased? Try the preist."
I laugh with tears spilling out of my eyes.
"ok, we'll need some of your blood, and we might be able to get more..."
"I'll pay you how ever much you want if you do get it...", I say wiping my eyes.
He nods and gets a needle. Pete laughs, "Don't run Pat..."
"You're lucky I love you Wentz...I hate needles..."
"I love you..."
I grit my teeth as they take blood from me. He lays his hand in mine for me to hold. I squeese it gently. I hold his hand up to my lips and kiss it.
"I love you Petey..."
"I love you more Pattycakes", He grins weakly.
The doctor smiles, "We'll have more blood in the morning!"
My heart leaps, "So, he'll be ok?"
He nods, "After a bit of surgery, he should be fine..."
I smile and kiss Pete's cheeck.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
Pete yawns and pours himself a bowl of cereal, while I wash the dishes.
"Ugh, you whore! I just cleaned that!"
"Sorry, babe..."
"It's ok...but I'll get you back, my pretty...and you're big-ass dog too."
As if on cue, Hemingway runs into the kitchen and jumps on my leg. I start to fall and the soapy knife flys out of my hand, in Pete's direction. It hits the wakk, right infront of his face.
"God damn it, Patrick what is it with you and trying to kill me?"
I laugh nervously, "Sorry..."
He kises my lips , "It's alright baby..."
We makeout, until Hemingway licks his ass.
He groans, "Dude that's just wrong. I laugh and put his hand in mine, "I love you..."
He smiles, "I Love you too..."
I pull him into a tight hug.
"Hey, Pat...", he hands me my glasses.
I look around, realising I'm in a hospital, I blink and hear brakes. I jump.
"You, ok?"
"Wh-What happened?"
"A drunk guy crashed into us...you broke your arm..."
"I broke it?"
He laughs, but I notice tears in his eyes.
"Where's Pete?"
"Well, he...he's worse than you..."
My heart sinks.
I look down at Pete's unconscious body. I bite my lip and kiss his cheeck. He makes a weird sound, and his heart rate incrases to a normal speed.
"I'm doctor Carlson and I don't want to say it like this but...he's not going to make it..."
"Why not?", I snap.
"He has internal bleeding, he's lost too much blood, He might have dadaged his spinal chord, and a part of his bone has lodged into his brain."
"Y-You have to do something!"
"Mr. Stump, I can't do anything, he needs blood and we just don't have the type he needs."
"I do! We have the same blood type!"
"You don't have enough for the both of you-"
"Then fucking drain my body!"
"Mr. Stump, we-"
"Patrick...?", Pete mumbles.
I lean down, "yes, baby?"
"I Love you..."
I smile weakly, "I love you too."
"He...shouldn't be talking..."
"Yes, he should...talking is good...Pete, what did we go watch?"
"Sweeney Todd...", he laughs weakley and softly sings, "The thing wrong with poet is how do you know it's diseased? Try the preist."
I laugh with tears spilling out of my eyes.
"ok, we'll need some of your blood, and we might be able to get more..."
"I'll pay you how ever much you want if you do get it...", I say wiping my eyes.
He nods and gets a needle. Pete laughs, "Don't run Pat..."
"You're lucky I love you Wentz...I hate needles..."
"I love you..."
I grit my teeth as they take blood from me. He lays his hand in mine for me to hold. I squeese it gently. I hold his hand up to my lips and kiss it.
"I love you Petey..."
"I love you more Pattycakes", He grins weakly.
The doctor smiles, "We'll have more blood in the morning!"
My heart leaps, "So, he'll be ok?"
He nods, "After a bit of surgery, he should be fine..."
I smile and kiss Pete's cheeck.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
Pete yawns and pours himself a bowl of cereal, while I wash the dishes.
"Ugh, you whore! I just cleaned that!"
"Sorry, babe..."
"It's ok...but I'll get you back, my pretty...and you're big-ass dog too."
As if on cue, Hemingway runs into the kitchen and jumps on my leg. I start to fall and the soapy knife flys out of my hand, in Pete's direction. It hits the wakk, right infront of his face.
"God damn it, Patrick what is it with you and trying to kill me?"
I laugh nervously, "Sorry..."
He kises my lips , "It's alright baby..."
We makeout, until Hemingway licks his ass.
He groans, "Dude that's just wrong. I laugh and put his hand in mine, "I love you..."
He smiles, "I Love you too..."
I pull him into a tight hug.
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