Everything We Had_ChapterThree {Peterick}
Everything We Had-Golden-Chapter Three
*Words in bold are written in a general POV
I smiled to myself at the memory. I wish we were that way now. I never would've thought at the thought of me and Pete being in love. Or Pete even leaving me for more than one day. Now it was a year. A tear fell fro my eyes. I wiped it up. Then I realized I was driving a car. I began going off the road, I couldn't control my car. The world was flashing before my eyes. I closed my eyes. Then I was transported to a hotel room, the lights bright. A cell phone was next to me, and I immediately recognized it to be…Pete's. It was a Blackberry Tour. The background was all black, then a recently made note was on the screen. It read, "Don't breathe/It isn't the latest fashion/But maybe if you buy yourself/Something nice, something costly/Just save me a hat/To keep my sanity in/Control" I smiled. I didn't know what was going on. So I just smiled. I looked in the mirror. I was Pete. I blinked.
"OH MY GOD!" a voice screamed. I was no longer Pete. I was in my car, who had gone off-road. But I was fine, just scraped limbs and I was bleeding on my leg. I didn't understand what was going on, so I just took some pain meeds to knock me out. I didn't want to live through all this crap. I could bear to be partially asleep from it all, though. Within minutes, my head fell against the headrest of my Honda. And everything was black. Just the way I like it.
"He's taking too many pills, sir. He's partially knocked out. He might be hearing us right now." I heard voices. Voices. But Pete's wasn't apparent. I couldn't see who it was, so I asked the voice, "Pete. Where is he? I request to see Pete." "You've been saying all sorts of things about him for the past hour now. Your friends, Andy and Joe came along. We asked them, and apparently he is missing. But they said not to worry. Andy, I believe, has called him several times." the voice was female. I smiled. Maybe now Pete would come back. Maybe it would all be over. And we could be bestest friends again. I spoke, "I need medication. I can't really focus." The doctor groaned then said, "No, you are in here because of all the pills you've been taking, and some deep cuts and bruises. We had to removed some metal from your leg's skin. Do you need anything other than Pete?" the doctor said. "No." I said, my voice low. "He's all I need, thank you."
I looked around the room. I wasn't in a special unit or anything, just a regular hospital room. Andy walked in, "Hey dude. You took quite a spin. I heard you were a bout to die, and all of a sudden something took over you and nearly saved your life. You saved your own life." I looked at him. "Really? I don't remember much….I just remember…Peter." I had to pause before saying the bittersweet name. "The same thing for the past hour. Me and Joe have called and called. When you were asleep, for god's sake, you were going on and on and on about Pete Pete Pete. Relax, he'll hear it soon enough. It's on the news everywhere. Local man Patrick Stump saves his own life at last seconds in almost fatal car crash. I still don't know how you did it, man."
"Pete did. Pete…he did. I'm sure it was him." I said. "What? Dude, the medication really messed up your head." he replied, looking at me like I was crazy. "it is." I mumbled. A nurse then walked in, carrying a clipboard. 'Sir, you have a message from the Pete you've been going on about." she smiled. Then she handed me a piece of paper with about two or three lines on it. The handwriting was sort-of large, though. It read, "It was exactly what you thought. BTW, I hope you're okay. Tell A & J to stop calling." I breathed a sigh of relief. I was sure I wasn't going insane now. "Andy, it was him. Pete saved my life." I spoke.
Andy left the room after a small disagreement over whether it really happened or not. Luckily, one of his few perks, was that he never got mad. He was always calm. Maybe a little annoyed, yes, but never mad. So he just left the room when he could feel a fight. Him and his beliefs.
I fell asleep shortly after. I dreamt of a man with jet black hair and eyes that were the colour of love. It wasn't a colour, it was just something so beautiful that it couldn't be a colour. I was just us, laughing together at an old joke. Like we did during the Honda Civic tour. Playing pranks on Cobra Starship and The Academy Is… on April Fool's Day. The way it should be. I took a breath and told him that he was lovely. I thought nothing to it. He did, though. He faded away, like a picture on a television screen. Then I was playing pranks with no one.
I opened my eyes to several nurses examining me. "Sir, you were screaming. Are you alright?" one of them asked. "Yes, I'm just wondering. Could love ever kill someone? Like, really kill them, send them to their grave." I said. "Well, if it's really that bad. It would have to be a pure withdrawal. They'd have to have the person for at least their entire life previously. Then the person would have to be gone suddenly, without even a slight fading crescendo." she said, checking some papers. "Okay. It has nothing to do with me. Just my friend." I spoke. So, in simpler words, Pete was slowly murdering me.
I couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't want to dream of losing him. I just got out my iPod and played some simple and basic games. Thank god Apple still believes in classic games, otherwise I'd be screwed. I did this, however, until a doctor came in and said I had to go to sleep. He took the iPod away and said I'd get it in the morning. Once I got at least four hours of sleep. I closed my eyes, and Pete was back. I'm not a strong man so I opened them again. I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried.
"I can't. Just knock me out. I want to be numb. Even better, could you kill me?" I said, refusing the breakfast supplied. "Sir, we are against murder or suicide here unless it's pure pain or I have someone who would allow this. I ask, who is the person you trust the most?" I didn't need to even think to know the answer. "Nevermind.
I said quickly. Peter would never allow me to do this. "But. we could knock you out for a few hours. Just this once, since you do seem in such pain. But only for a few hours and this one time." the doctor continued. I nodded and he took a needle. "Here you go."
The pain was gone. The whole world didn't exist. It was nothing. I didn't feel anything, I didn't see anything. I couldn't even think. It was nice. All the stress had been realized, and I was safe. I didn't do anything, not even breathe. It was like I had died right then. I hoped I did. That way the suffering would be over. No need to wish for Pete. I finally just let go of it all and fell deeper into the unknown. The only place I wanted to be.
"Sir, the man in room two-hundred and four is right now absorbing the medicine really quickly. I mean, not like, a little fast. He's taking so much in, it could kill him. We need to get it out of him." a doctor said.
"He requested to be knocked out. He seemed really eager, too. It doesn't surprise me at all. Get someone in there with a pump. He could have minutes, for all I know. He could be killing himself unconsciously."
The darkness was nice. There was nothing. I didn't even know that I was anything. I was fading. I felt like heaven was inching closer. I could feel warmth somehow, but it wasn't warmth. I just was something. I was warm, that's all. I floated, moved, I don't know how I was moving. Falling maybe? I felt whatever it was more strong. The silence was slowly absorbing me. I don't know what I'm doing, all I know is that I'm leaving this darkness. For pure darkness, the only kind that I desired. It was close. No need to breathe, I just was getting closer. This would be it.
"He's losing a heart rate. It's losing detection. Pull that out fast. He's almost done for. That medication is being absorbed at an incredible speed. Hurry! He has two minutes, if we're lucky."
I was almost done with the darkness. I was going to where the darkness was only the best. I knew nothing. I only knew that I needed to go there, that it would be the best for me. I had to listen to whatever it was. I was almost far enough in to be part of it. Nothing was everything. Everything was nothing. I was no one. No one was me. The warmth was almost at a burning rate, it was almost too warm. Then it was fading. the darkness was getting farther away. I was moving in reverse. But I didn't want to move. I didn't know how, but I tried to pull myself back down.
"He's fighting against us. Hurry up and extract it all. His heart rate was almost beginning to pick up, but he's trying to bring it back down. He is trying to kill himself, suicide. He's fighting on the wrong side."
I didn't want to do anything anymore. I couldn't feel anything, so why should I? I let go of everything I was holding onto. The darkness then was rapidly fading, and the warmth was a chill ice. I was rewinding, and I slowly gained some things. I felt a sharp pain all over. It was unbearable, and I suddenly wished for the numbness again. It was still all black. Then some memory and knowledge came. I knew that I had t find someone. I had to, or it would be the end of me. Then I remembered one thing, one name: Lewis. I guess I had to find Lewis. I tried to forget the pain, but it only made it stronger.
I was rising up to some surface. The black was now a smooth grey. I decided to just move through all the agonizing pain, all the memories slowly coming back. The grey was nearly white now. I however kept on thinking; Lewis. Lewis. Lewis. Then a shock of pain, worse than the previous, began. It was so painful I had to fight. I couldn't fight this pain. I pulled myself down. The pain was slowly fading again. It was sort-of like a game, that I had to win or it would be the end of me.
"Sir, we got him up high enough to be safe. The medicine should fade in a few hours, a day at the very most. Right now I'd leave him in his temporary coma. He seemed to be moving fine once we got him. But then he stopped abruptly once we were almost done." the doctor said to another doctor. She, being the one reporting, said, "I feel so bad for him. He seemed like he was in some real bad pain." She kissed the man's forehead.
"Katii, would you please do a follow-up? It's been an hour. That man really needs to be monitored, and we shouldn't even be doing it hourly. Every thirty minutes." I nodded. This man was seriously sick. I walked over to his room and saw him. He was extremely pale, his face without any change within the past three times I'd checked on him. I had allowed his close friends Joe and Andy in a few times, only for them to keep saying, "Pete caused all his." over and over again.
I had no idea who this Pete was, or what had happened. But apparently Pete turned against him or something. I asked them and they just replied, "He was something real important to him. He was his best friend. Even more, as he told Joe apparently." I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose my best friend. I brushed the thought away. I had to check on this man.
"Okay…Patrick. Can you hear me yet? If you can, say my name, Katii." I spoke softly, close to his face. He didn't respond. I sighed and wrote down, "Unconscious" and the schedule. I left the room. He was something special. I don;t know why, but he had to be saved.
I walked over the main counter. "That main who called earlier, for Patrick? I need that number." I said. "Sure, here it is. He said not to call, though." Andrea, the nurse there said. I thanked her and dialed it on my cell. He picked up.
"Hello?" his voice was extremely low. "Hi, I have your friend Patrick here. He could die in the next twenty-four hours. But he kept on asking for a man named Pete. I take it that's you." I said quickly. He was silent for a moment. Than a short response was given.
"I can't see him." he kept it really short. I felt so bad for the poor man, Patrick. He lost his best friend, and this guy was it. And now he won't even visit Patrick, when he's about to die. I didn't let him go that easily. I began speaking in a serious tone, like I do when something super important is being discussed.
"Sir, he could, not could, will die in the next twenty-four hours unless you get down here. He doesn't eat at all. He asked to be knocked out, and he is practically committing suicide on that stuff. He is in more pain than any human could ever experience. It's indescribable, he is in a coma it's so bad. Unless you would like to lose him forever, I recommend getting down here and doing something about it. Unless you're here, he'll keep on committing suicide. Can you see him now? Or are you going to practically kill him?"
*Words in bold are written in a general POV
I smiled to myself at the memory. I wish we were that way now. I never would've thought at the thought of me and Pete being in love. Or Pete even leaving me for more than one day. Now it was a year. A tear fell fro my eyes. I wiped it up. Then I realized I was driving a car. I began going off the road, I couldn't control my car. The world was flashing before my eyes. I closed my eyes. Then I was transported to a hotel room, the lights bright. A cell phone was next to me, and I immediately recognized it to be…Pete's. It was a Blackberry Tour. The background was all black, then a recently made note was on the screen. It read, "Don't breathe/It isn't the latest fashion/But maybe if you buy yourself/Something nice, something costly/Just save me a hat/To keep my sanity in/Control" I smiled. I didn't know what was going on. So I just smiled. I looked in the mirror. I was Pete. I blinked.
"OH MY GOD!" a voice screamed. I was no longer Pete. I was in my car, who had gone off-road. But I was fine, just scraped limbs and I was bleeding on my leg. I didn't understand what was going on, so I just took some pain meeds to knock me out. I didn't want to live through all this crap. I could bear to be partially asleep from it all, though. Within minutes, my head fell against the headrest of my Honda. And everything was black. Just the way I like it.
"He's taking too many pills, sir. He's partially knocked out. He might be hearing us right now." I heard voices. Voices. But Pete's wasn't apparent. I couldn't see who it was, so I asked the voice, "Pete. Where is he? I request to see Pete." "You've been saying all sorts of things about him for the past hour now. Your friends, Andy and Joe came along. We asked them, and apparently he is missing. But they said not to worry. Andy, I believe, has called him several times." the voice was female. I smiled. Maybe now Pete would come back. Maybe it would all be over. And we could be bestest friends again. I spoke, "I need medication. I can't really focus." The doctor groaned then said, "No, you are in here because of all the pills you've been taking, and some deep cuts and bruises. We had to removed some metal from your leg's skin. Do you need anything other than Pete?" the doctor said. "No." I said, my voice low. "He's all I need, thank you."
I looked around the room. I wasn't in a special unit or anything, just a regular hospital room. Andy walked in, "Hey dude. You took quite a spin. I heard you were a bout to die, and all of a sudden something took over you and nearly saved your life. You saved your own life." I looked at him. "Really? I don't remember much….I just remember…Peter." I had to pause before saying the bittersweet name. "The same thing for the past hour. Me and Joe have called and called. When you were asleep, for god's sake, you were going on and on and on about Pete Pete Pete. Relax, he'll hear it soon enough. It's on the news everywhere. Local man Patrick Stump saves his own life at last seconds in almost fatal car crash. I still don't know how you did it, man."
"Pete did. Pete…he did. I'm sure it was him." I said. "What? Dude, the medication really messed up your head." he replied, looking at me like I was crazy. "it is." I mumbled. A nurse then walked in, carrying a clipboard. 'Sir, you have a message from the Pete you've been going on about." she smiled. Then she handed me a piece of paper with about two or three lines on it. The handwriting was sort-of large, though. It read, "It was exactly what you thought. BTW, I hope you're okay. Tell A & J to stop calling." I breathed a sigh of relief. I was sure I wasn't going insane now. "Andy, it was him. Pete saved my life." I spoke.
Andy left the room after a small disagreement over whether it really happened or not. Luckily, one of his few perks, was that he never got mad. He was always calm. Maybe a little annoyed, yes, but never mad. So he just left the room when he could feel a fight. Him and his beliefs.
I fell asleep shortly after. I dreamt of a man with jet black hair and eyes that were the colour of love. It wasn't a colour, it was just something so beautiful that it couldn't be a colour. I was just us, laughing together at an old joke. Like we did during the Honda Civic tour. Playing pranks on Cobra Starship and The Academy Is… on April Fool's Day. The way it should be. I took a breath and told him that he was lovely. I thought nothing to it. He did, though. He faded away, like a picture on a television screen. Then I was playing pranks with no one.
I opened my eyes to several nurses examining me. "Sir, you were screaming. Are you alright?" one of them asked. "Yes, I'm just wondering. Could love ever kill someone? Like, really kill them, send them to their grave." I said. "Well, if it's really that bad. It would have to be a pure withdrawal. They'd have to have the person for at least their entire life previously. Then the person would have to be gone suddenly, without even a slight fading crescendo." she said, checking some papers. "Okay. It has nothing to do with me. Just my friend." I spoke. So, in simpler words, Pete was slowly murdering me.
I couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't want to dream of losing him. I just got out my iPod and played some simple and basic games. Thank god Apple still believes in classic games, otherwise I'd be screwed. I did this, however, until a doctor came in and said I had to go to sleep. He took the iPod away and said I'd get it in the morning. Once I got at least four hours of sleep. I closed my eyes, and Pete was back. I'm not a strong man so I opened them again. I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried.
"I can't. Just knock me out. I want to be numb. Even better, could you kill me?" I said, refusing the breakfast supplied. "Sir, we are against murder or suicide here unless it's pure pain or I have someone who would allow this. I ask, who is the person you trust the most?" I didn't need to even think to know the answer. "Nevermind.
I said quickly. Peter would never allow me to do this. "But. we could knock you out for a few hours. Just this once, since you do seem in such pain. But only for a few hours and this one time." the doctor continued. I nodded and he took a needle. "Here you go."
The pain was gone. The whole world didn't exist. It was nothing. I didn't feel anything, I didn't see anything. I couldn't even think. It was nice. All the stress had been realized, and I was safe. I didn't do anything, not even breathe. It was like I had died right then. I hoped I did. That way the suffering would be over. No need to wish for Pete. I finally just let go of it all and fell deeper into the unknown. The only place I wanted to be.
"Sir, the man in room two-hundred and four is right now absorbing the medicine really quickly. I mean, not like, a little fast. He's taking so much in, it could kill him. We need to get it out of him." a doctor said.
"He requested to be knocked out. He seemed really eager, too. It doesn't surprise me at all. Get someone in there with a pump. He could have minutes, for all I know. He could be killing himself unconsciously."
The darkness was nice. There was nothing. I didn't even know that I was anything. I was fading. I felt like heaven was inching closer. I could feel warmth somehow, but it wasn't warmth. I just was something. I was warm, that's all. I floated, moved, I don't know how I was moving. Falling maybe? I felt whatever it was more strong. The silence was slowly absorbing me. I don't know what I'm doing, all I know is that I'm leaving this darkness. For pure darkness, the only kind that I desired. It was close. No need to breathe, I just was getting closer. This would be it.
"He's losing a heart rate. It's losing detection. Pull that out fast. He's almost done for. That medication is being absorbed at an incredible speed. Hurry! He has two minutes, if we're lucky."
I was almost done with the darkness. I was going to where the darkness was only the best. I knew nothing. I only knew that I needed to go there, that it would be the best for me. I had to listen to whatever it was. I was almost far enough in to be part of it. Nothing was everything. Everything was nothing. I was no one. No one was me. The warmth was almost at a burning rate, it was almost too warm. Then it was fading. the darkness was getting farther away. I was moving in reverse. But I didn't want to move. I didn't know how, but I tried to pull myself back down.
"He's fighting against us. Hurry up and extract it all. His heart rate was almost beginning to pick up, but he's trying to bring it back down. He is trying to kill himself, suicide. He's fighting on the wrong side."
I didn't want to do anything anymore. I couldn't feel anything, so why should I? I let go of everything I was holding onto. The darkness then was rapidly fading, and the warmth was a chill ice. I was rewinding, and I slowly gained some things. I felt a sharp pain all over. It was unbearable, and I suddenly wished for the numbness again. It was still all black. Then some memory and knowledge came. I knew that I had t find someone. I had to, or it would be the end of me. Then I remembered one thing, one name: Lewis. I guess I had to find Lewis. I tried to forget the pain, but it only made it stronger.
I was rising up to some surface. The black was now a smooth grey. I decided to just move through all the agonizing pain, all the memories slowly coming back. The grey was nearly white now. I however kept on thinking; Lewis. Lewis. Lewis. Then a shock of pain, worse than the previous, began. It was so painful I had to fight. I couldn't fight this pain. I pulled myself down. The pain was slowly fading again. It was sort-of like a game, that I had to win or it would be the end of me.
"Sir, we got him up high enough to be safe. The medicine should fade in a few hours, a day at the very most. Right now I'd leave him in his temporary coma. He seemed to be moving fine once we got him. But then he stopped abruptly once we were almost done." the doctor said to another doctor. She, being the one reporting, said, "I feel so bad for him. He seemed like he was in some real bad pain." She kissed the man's forehead.
"Katii, would you please do a follow-up? It's been an hour. That man really needs to be monitored, and we shouldn't even be doing it hourly. Every thirty minutes." I nodded. This man was seriously sick. I walked over to his room and saw him. He was extremely pale, his face without any change within the past three times I'd checked on him. I had allowed his close friends Joe and Andy in a few times, only for them to keep saying, "Pete caused all his." over and over again.
I had no idea who this Pete was, or what had happened. But apparently Pete turned against him or something. I asked them and they just replied, "He was something real important to him. He was his best friend. Even more, as he told Joe apparently." I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose my best friend. I brushed the thought away. I had to check on this man.
"Okay…Patrick. Can you hear me yet? If you can, say my name, Katii." I spoke softly, close to his face. He didn't respond. I sighed and wrote down, "Unconscious" and the schedule. I left the room. He was something special. I don;t know why, but he had to be saved.
I walked over the main counter. "That main who called earlier, for Patrick? I need that number." I said. "Sure, here it is. He said not to call, though." Andrea, the nurse there said. I thanked her and dialed it on my cell. He picked up.
"Hello?" his voice was extremely low. "Hi, I have your friend Patrick here. He could die in the next twenty-four hours. But he kept on asking for a man named Pete. I take it that's you." I said quickly. He was silent for a moment. Than a short response was given.
"I can't see him." he kept it really short. I felt so bad for the poor man, Patrick. He lost his best friend, and this guy was it. And now he won't even visit Patrick, when he's about to die. I didn't let him go that easily. I began speaking in a serious tone, like I do when something super important is being discussed.
"Sir, he could, not could, will die in the next twenty-four hours unless you get down here. He doesn't eat at all. He asked to be knocked out, and he is practically committing suicide on that stuff. He is in more pain than any human could ever experience. It's indescribable, he is in a coma it's so bad. Unless you would like to lose him forever, I recommend getting down here and doing something about it. Unless you're here, he'll keep on committing suicide. Can you see him now? Or are you going to practically kill him?"