Patrick's POV
"Wh-what," I stumbled over my words, not sure of how to react to what I had just heard.
"Mr. Stump, are you there?"
"Wh-Yeah. Yeah... I'm here."
"You can visit Mr. Wentz in about 2 hours. Er.. have a nice night"
I couldn't even open my car door without shaking. The tears wouldn't stop, and all I could think of was a small movie that my mind had created and it was playing in my head over and over again. It was of Pete's lifeless body slumped over the steering wheel, an empty ativan bottle slowly rolling out of his grasp, and the distant voice of our manager shouting his name, which was coming from his phone that had somehow fallen out of the window.
I always think of things happening like 5 times worse than they actually are. It just happens and I can't really control it. At least, I don't think so.
I started my car and backed out of my driveway. I don't even think I breathed the entire twenty minutes to the hospital.
When I arrived, I saw Andy and Joe sitting in the waiting room and shooting up from their seats when they saw me. I walked closer to them and they ungulfed me in a friendly group hug.
"Are you okay, bud?" Joe asks through tear filled eyes.
"I think so," I lie.
[[Yo, author's note here: So, I'm sorry this is kinda short and I don't officially have a chapter up yet, but it will come, I promise. Sorry if it takes longer to upload chapters than normal and stuff because school might get in the way. So uhm, yeah.]]
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