*mantions of alcohol and drug use*
he picks up the phone, slips in with shaky hands the coin and looks at the card in his hand, slowly punching number after number, and when hes done he lets his hand fall to his side while he waits for the line to be picked up.
"hello?" you ask groggily as you pick up the phone, rubbing your eyes at the someone who has just woke you up. "anyone there?" you ask in a giggle, but the laughing stops when you hear a shaky and low "{Y/N}". your smile drops and you lean on the counter "who is it?" you ask, brows forrowed. no answer.
"hello, can you hear me?" you ask, pressing the phone harder to your ear. "its... patrick" your heart sinks into your underwear as you hear his voice and name. "i havent heared from you in so long..." you mummble, no answer. "patrick, are you alright?" you ask, turning to grip otno the counter.
"no.." he mummbles. "im not good" he mummbles with chomed up words. "what happened?" you ask. "im alone and i dont feel well" he mummbles, his voice breaking.
"where are you love, where are you calling from?" you ask. "the bottom" he sighs. "christ, where are you?" you ask as you press your ear to your shoulder, your phone between them as you pull in a pair of shorts and grab your keys that are tyed to a chain and drape them around your neck. "airport" he breaths out.
"alright im on my way, hang on" you hurridly say, running out of your house and onto the very bright outside life, splashing on your face your sunglasses. "what happened patrick?" you ask as you sit in the black SUV, but you get no respond.
there is kind of silence on the other end of the line, until you hear a little sob. hes crying. patrick is letting his tears roll down his cheeks, which he hasnt done for quiet a while, holding the phone to his ear to hear your voice.
"dear are you hear, can you hear me?" you ask, but only sound is another sob that breaks your heart. "im on my way, just... calm down ok?" you ask. "ok" he sobs, and right then the call is ending. "christ!" you yell as you drive to the airport, punching the gas peddle to get there as fast as you can, and it works, it took you only 20 minutes to get to the airport.
you quickly park your car and exit it, locking it and running through the parking lot and inside the airport. "excuse me where are the phones?" you ask, but only greeted with cameras flashing. the life of an actress in LA.
"piss off!" you shout, running to the infromation booth. "telephones" is the only word you say frantically and the woman points to your left, wide eyes. "thanks" you quickly say and start walking over to where she pointed, your head down to try and get less people taking photos of you as you make your way over to the benches.
you lift your head up and look through the benches, only to find patrick sitting on one of them, head down, hands twiching and tear stained cheeks. you run over to him and drop on both knees infront of him.
"patrick are you ok?" you ask and he lifts his eyes to you and shakes his head before falling from the bench onto his knees infront of you and wraps his hands around you, cowering his head to your chest as he cries and hugs you. "shh shh its alright dear... its ok..." you try calming him down, patting his hair and back for about a minute, as he stops crying.
"lets get you out of here.." you mummble, standing up and throwing his arm around your shoulder and helping him through the very cold airport, filled with light and loud noises as he drags his feet by you, practically carrying him outside.
you get to the car and open the passanger seat, setting him down and buckling him before quickly circling the car and sitting in the drivers seat and look over to him. he clearly had a relapse and now hes regretting it.
you lean over to him and push his hair back "its alright, youre alright, youre safe.." you spoke as you hold his face in your hands, looking into his red wide eyes and he nods. you offer him your palm, and quickly, he grabs your hand and pulls it to his neck, cuddling your hand. it was quiet hard drivibg like this, with him pulling your hand so far, but you couldnt do anything else, so you let him hold it while you drove as fast as you could back home while also trying to calm the man down.
you finally park the car, looking to the side at patrick, hes crying and shaking, his hand is sweaty and his face is pale. you slip your hand out of his for a second to circle the car and open his door and help him out of the car, throwing his arm over your shoulder and helping him into your house. you walk him into your bedroom and set him down on your bed.
"alright lets take your shoes off.." you mummble and untie his shoes, throwing them somewhere in the room. "are you cold?" you ask staring unto his eyes and he nods, so you quickly offer him a blanket. "im going to get water" you say, running to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water and running back to the bedroom, patrick in the same position.
you sit by him and offer him the bottle which he takes and with very shaky hands grabs it and opens it, drinking slow and unsteady stroks off, some of it dripping on his chin. "alright, youre alright my dear" you tell him after taking the bottle away from him and setting it on your bedside. you open his tie and quickly take it off, throwing it over your shoulder.
"why dont you try and get soms sleep?" you ask. "v..valium.." he gasps but you shake your head. "no patrick, no valium, youre sleeping now" you order and he falls back on the bed. he pats the space beside him, but you dont move. "here.." he mummbles incoherenlty and moves the blanket as a sign for you to come.
you sit beside his lying body, storking his cheek and hair, saying comforting words until he falls asleep. when patrick is asleep, you can see his chest rise and fall very fast, his whole body twichting, but hes asleep. a very bad, deep sleep, but still asleep.
you stood up slowly and wetted a towel, putting it on his forehead and sitting back down by him. you brushed your fingers on his arm, where he stuck needles in, and kissed it. laying down, you curled in a tight ball beside him, setting your head on the crook of his elbew, facing his poked arm and kissing it, pressing your forehead there.
patrick was amazing. he was relapsing, sad, depressed, but he called you. you, not johnny, or julia. you held his arm in your small fist and thanked god that hes here, alive, breathing. balls deep in cocaine and heroin, but he was here.
you hugged his arm and closed your eyes, just to relax, i cant fall asleep, i cant let him wake up and ill be sleeping... but you were to weak, and quickly enough, you dozed off into a soundless sleep, cuddled up to patrick, hugging hus arm.
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two hours later, you and patrick were still asleep, but something woke him up. he snapped his eyes open and looked around him. his legs were paralaysed to place, and he looked around, not sure where he was.
it was a big room, and he was laying on a huge bed with white sheets. on his left were big french windows, at the edge of the room was a green plant. infront of the bed, on the wall, was hung a big telly, and on the side of the telly, at the end of the room was an opened door revealing a bathroom. there is a big picture hung over the bed, on the other side of the bed a stand, on it a book, an empty tom collins bottle and a huge karambit knife. odd.
he looks down, and then everything falls into place. when he sees the {H/C} head woman curled up to his side in a tight ball, his poked arm hugged by her thin pale arms, pulling it close to her, he remembered.
he remembered the phone call, and how you pulled him into your house. sighing, be relaxes his mouscles, and groans loudly when he feels how bad his mouscles hurt.
the loud groan made you jolt up awake, and you only needed half a second of orientaion before you fell on patricks chest, your hands wriggling under his arms and holding his shoulders as your head lays above his right shoulder.
"you scared me to death patrick.." you breathd out, he felt the quiver in your voice. slowly, he sets his hand on your lower back and sighs in content. "im sorry" he simply replys, and you pull back to look at him, hovering over the man.
"you dont need to apologize to me" you smiled gently as you ran your fingers on his cheek and down his chest, and again, planted yourself down on the man, covering him with your body.
"i was just worried" you sighed. its been a long while since patrick felt care, love, warmth, your gentle hug and your gentle words. thats the drug he needed most.
"thank you" he says. "nothing to thank me for" you mummbled as you held him tighter. "for getting me from yhe airport.. and this.. and everything" he says and you smile gently and hugged him tighter as you kissed his shoulder, and up his neck, nuzzling yourself in him.
"you should rest" you reply, kissing the nape of his neck again, and with a sigh he hugs you with both arms tightly. "thank you"
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