Everything We Had_Chapter Four {Peterick}
Everything We Had-The Music Or The Misery-Chapter Four
*Words in bold are written in a general (Katii) POV
I stood, awaiting an answer. I could hear his breathing, though. Then he took a deep breath. I was nervous to know if he would save this man's life. I'd think he would.
"Tell him…" he began. His voice was extremely raspy. "Peter Panda is only a thought away. I don't need to be there. I'll stay on even, I would like to know what he says." he said. "Uh, sir, he's in a coma. He can't talk. He can't hear. What is wrong with you?" I said, doubting this man's sanity. "I know. Just try it. Speak in a voice like mine. I know what I'm saying. I went to college." he said. I groaned and went into Patrick's room.
"Peter Panda is only a thought away." I said, lowering my voice as much as I could. The man didn't move. "Pete, he isn't…" I began. He twitched. Then he mumbled a world. "Peter." It was almost unrecognizable. I gasped. "He said…he said Peter." I spoke, shocked. Patrick then smiled and the heart rate went up a little bit. "I told you. I know what I'm doing. I bet he's smiling right now." his voice seemed slightly higher.
It wasn't black anymore. It was a picture of a man, I had gotten a message from above, saying, "Peter Panda is only a thought away." and I thought of a Peter Panda. And it was a short man with razored jet black hair. And he was numbing the pain. He was magical. I actually was rising, to where I had been before. Where the pain was the most extreme. But this time, he was helping me, and the pain was nowhere. I felt alright. I finally reached the surface. I keep on saying, "Peter." and one time I seemed to speak to the above.
He told me, "Expose yourself. You will be okay, baby."I tried to bring myself above, to expose myself as he called it. Then I was above. I didn't know where this above was, or what it was supposed to be. I saw something. It was a pale white, shinning bright in my face. I heard voices. One of them being the man Peter. I didn't know where from, just that I heard it. I didn't want to awaken yet, so I pulled myself a little deeper. I was safe here, so I made myself so I couldn't be disturbed.
"Oh hey Joe. I know, it's been a month. He still continues to fight to keep himself in this coma. has Pete agreed to visit him yet?" I asked Joe. It had been about a month since Patrick had entered a coma. We were assured that the only way the get him out of it was to get his best friend, Pete up here. But, Joe had told me, he was actually Patrick's love. Patrick had been in love with him his entire life, he jut was't conscious of it. Pete had confessed his love for Patrick and he had a wife and a son. So he left to make his love for Patrick disappear. I felt bad for poor Patrick.
"He keeps on getting further in. I think Pete's falling back in love with him so he stopped thinking about him. He looks absolutely miserable. He's almost as pale as a piece of paper." he responded. I knew everyone who came in my names now. Joe, Andy, Patricia, Kevin, Nick, Gabe, Chris, Tyga, Travis, and William. "I can't believe this guy is hay mean to him. If it were my love, I'd be here in a second. Is he insane?" I asked him. "Which one? As if it matters. Both are. Pete promised him year. And so far it's only been around a month and a half. I'm scared to know what is in store for him." he said. I looked him in the eye, so he could tell that I was telling the truth.
"He will survive this. He just will be in a coma the entire time." I said quietly. He stepped closer. "You sure? I mean, he was pretty bad." I nodded. "I see him too. I'm sure." He exhaled and looked up at the celling. "It's just another day. Every day it's either the same or worse. I guess I'll be back in a week, as usual." I nodded and he left. I walked into the room and Patrick was breathing like a baby. Ever since a month ago, he began losing weight. He was super skinny now, and he was kind of anorexic. I shook him and tried to wake him, since he looked like he was in a light sleep now. He stirred and opened his eyes.
"Oh my god. You're awake." I spoke, amazed. "Yeah. I told myself that this wouldn't work out. So I came out and decided to assure you I'm fine." he said. I called his main doctor and informed him of the wake. I called his friends, too. Everyone was happy. Andy was the first to arrive.
People were coming in. I had slight memory of that they were my friends, and a few mixed up names, but that was all I remembered. "Hello. I know you're one of my friends." I said, taking a sip of my water. "I'm Andy Hurley. The drummer for your old band, Fall Out Boy." he seemed peaceful. His beard didn't match his hair, though."Do you want some chicken? I don't feel like eating right now." I offered him. He shook his head. "No, I'm a vegan. A vegan doesn't eat any animal products. Sorry, dude." he said, adjusting my pillow.
Then a guy with a afro came in, he wasn't as calm as Andy was, though. "Dude! It's been forever! I missed you, you've been in the coma for a month and a half! Wow man!!" he exclaimed. I nodded sheepishly. I was really tired, so I fell asleep. I didn't go as deep as planned, but I didn't stay shallow, ether. I liked this place. It was a getaway. I dreamt about music, a guitar I liked, apparently called the Stump-O-Matic, as the headstock said. It was a nice corvette guitar that was silver with two black stripes. It made a beautiful sound when I played a B natural. I played all sorta of songs I knew, then I was awake.
"Hey, you're awake. Did you sleep well?" A lady said to me. "Yeah, I guess. Where's Pete?" I asked. "He is unable to come at the moment. I'm sorry." she said so softly. Then all of a sudden, the numbed pain took over. I was on fire, burning my limbs and whatever was inside me. Then it felt as if people were shooting me everywhere reachable. The pain was unbearable. I didn't want to feel this, I just wanted out of this. I screamed in agony. "Sir, you okay?" the lady asked, holding me down. Her touch only worsened the pain.
"The pain!" I screeched in one of the highest tones I could reach. "Wow, quite a range there. I'll go get Doctor Glenn. Just stay here." she ran out of the room. I looked to the side of me, and there were all these machines hooked up to me. Maybe they were causing this pain! I ripped one out, and the pain got stronger, the headaches were massive now. I pulled another, and the pain was so bad it could kill be. Four doctors rushed in, and hooked them back up to me. A thousandth of the pain subsided. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to take them out. I wanted to die, so I couldn't live with this pain.
"We won't let you die without your parent's permission. And they say it's up to Pete. He says when you get to go." one of them said. The pain was doubled right at his name. It was like being in the middle of a war, the shots thrown through you, cannon balls hitting you, and an atomic bomb being dropped right on top of you. I began cursing as many times as I could imagine. My eyes snapped shut and it doubled again. I screamed curses, screeched morphed words, and yelled out that name. "He's got quite a colourful vocabulary. I'm sure everyone's getting a kick out of this. Please close the door." another said.
"We have to knock him out. Something in his brain, perhaps a memory, is causing this. By knocking him out, it should remove any memory. It's out only chance." a doctor said. I could see the people who visited in the window, watching in agony. One of them, the peaceful one, let like he was trying the calm me with his eyes or something. It was working, the pain was slowly retreating. I stopped kicking at the doctors. The extreme heat was now extreme numbing ice. I smiled at him. He grinned happily and nodded at the other. The doctors looked at me like I was magical. Then they looked the the man.
"Andy?" one asked in question. He nodded. "How…how did you do that?" he asked. "I'm extremely peaceful, and I do yoga and I learned this way to calm others. It lasts only for a few minutes though. I couldn't stand to see one of my best friends in pain." he smiled again. "You look like you know what you're talking about. Do you think he should lose all memory?" He stood still for a moment. "It could be the only way to get Pete over here. It's kinda risky, I don't know. I'm going to stick with no for now. He should be fine. For now." the man spoke. The doctor nodded and left. I felt only heavy aches now, so I was doing well.
The next day, I awoke the a dark sky. I was about to reach for my water, cause I was thirsty, and the pains were back. I cursed into the air really loudly and a doctor was in my room. "Again? The pains?" he asked. I nodded, my arm retreating. "All I wanted was some god damn water." I said, the pains increasing.
"Please, no profanity. We have children around. And the same, worse or better than before?" he checked some papers. "Same, but I feel as if it's going to get worse. Pull the frickin plug on me." I said, removing the stuff attached to me. "Sir, stop! We're going to have to knock you out. You will lose all memory, though. Anything you'd like to say?" he got a needle. "Yes. Tell Lewis…that I love him. And to thank that nice man for the calm evening. Lastly, to tell him to bring reminders of the stuff I like in music." I closed my eyes. There was a squeeze in my arm and then I went black.
I didn't know anything anymore.
*Words in bold are written in a general (Katii) POV
I stood, awaiting an answer. I could hear his breathing, though. Then he took a deep breath. I was nervous to know if he would save this man's life. I'd think he would.
"Tell him…" he began. His voice was extremely raspy. "Peter Panda is only a thought away. I don't need to be there. I'll stay on even, I would like to know what he says." he said. "Uh, sir, he's in a coma. He can't talk. He can't hear. What is wrong with you?" I said, doubting this man's sanity. "I know. Just try it. Speak in a voice like mine. I know what I'm saying. I went to college." he said. I groaned and went into Patrick's room.
"Peter Panda is only a thought away." I said, lowering my voice as much as I could. The man didn't move. "Pete, he isn't…" I began. He twitched. Then he mumbled a world. "Peter." It was almost unrecognizable. I gasped. "He said…he said Peter." I spoke, shocked. Patrick then smiled and the heart rate went up a little bit. "I told you. I know what I'm doing. I bet he's smiling right now." his voice seemed slightly higher.
It wasn't black anymore. It was a picture of a man, I had gotten a message from above, saying, "Peter Panda is only a thought away." and I thought of a Peter Panda. And it was a short man with razored jet black hair. And he was numbing the pain. He was magical. I actually was rising, to where I had been before. Where the pain was the most extreme. But this time, he was helping me, and the pain was nowhere. I felt alright. I finally reached the surface. I keep on saying, "Peter." and one time I seemed to speak to the above.
He told me, "Expose yourself. You will be okay, baby."I tried to bring myself above, to expose myself as he called it. Then I was above. I didn't know where this above was, or what it was supposed to be. I saw something. It was a pale white, shinning bright in my face. I heard voices. One of them being the man Peter. I didn't know where from, just that I heard it. I didn't want to awaken yet, so I pulled myself a little deeper. I was safe here, so I made myself so I couldn't be disturbed.
"Oh hey Joe. I know, it's been a month. He still continues to fight to keep himself in this coma. has Pete agreed to visit him yet?" I asked Joe. It had been about a month since Patrick had entered a coma. We were assured that the only way the get him out of it was to get his best friend, Pete up here. But, Joe had told me, he was actually Patrick's love. Patrick had been in love with him his entire life, he jut was't conscious of it. Pete had confessed his love for Patrick and he had a wife and a son. So he left to make his love for Patrick disappear. I felt bad for poor Patrick.
"He keeps on getting further in. I think Pete's falling back in love with him so he stopped thinking about him. He looks absolutely miserable. He's almost as pale as a piece of paper." he responded. I knew everyone who came in my names now. Joe, Andy, Patricia, Kevin, Nick, Gabe, Chris, Tyga, Travis, and William. "I can't believe this guy is hay mean to him. If it were my love, I'd be here in a second. Is he insane?" I asked him. "Which one? As if it matters. Both are. Pete promised him year. And so far it's only been around a month and a half. I'm scared to know what is in store for him." he said. I looked him in the eye, so he could tell that I was telling the truth.
"He will survive this. He just will be in a coma the entire time." I said quietly. He stepped closer. "You sure? I mean, he was pretty bad." I nodded. "I see him too. I'm sure." He exhaled and looked up at the celling. "It's just another day. Every day it's either the same or worse. I guess I'll be back in a week, as usual." I nodded and he left. I walked into the room and Patrick was breathing like a baby. Ever since a month ago, he began losing weight. He was super skinny now, and he was kind of anorexic. I shook him and tried to wake him, since he looked like he was in a light sleep now. He stirred and opened his eyes.
"Oh my god. You're awake." I spoke, amazed. "Yeah. I told myself that this wouldn't work out. So I came out and decided to assure you I'm fine." he said. I called his main doctor and informed him of the wake. I called his friends, too. Everyone was happy. Andy was the first to arrive.
People were coming in. I had slight memory of that they were my friends, and a few mixed up names, but that was all I remembered. "Hello. I know you're one of my friends." I said, taking a sip of my water. "I'm Andy Hurley. The drummer for your old band, Fall Out Boy." he seemed peaceful. His beard didn't match his hair, though."Do you want some chicken? I don't feel like eating right now." I offered him. He shook his head. "No, I'm a vegan. A vegan doesn't eat any animal products. Sorry, dude." he said, adjusting my pillow.
Then a guy with a afro came in, he wasn't as calm as Andy was, though. "Dude! It's been forever! I missed you, you've been in the coma for a month and a half! Wow man!!" he exclaimed. I nodded sheepishly. I was really tired, so I fell asleep. I didn't go as deep as planned, but I didn't stay shallow, ether. I liked this place. It was a getaway. I dreamt about music, a guitar I liked, apparently called the Stump-O-Matic, as the headstock said. It was a nice corvette guitar that was silver with two black stripes. It made a beautiful sound when I played a B natural. I played all sorta of songs I knew, then I was awake.
"Hey, you're awake. Did you sleep well?" A lady said to me. "Yeah, I guess. Where's Pete?" I asked. "He is unable to come at the moment. I'm sorry." she said so softly. Then all of a sudden, the numbed pain took over. I was on fire, burning my limbs and whatever was inside me. Then it felt as if people were shooting me everywhere reachable. The pain was unbearable. I didn't want to feel this, I just wanted out of this. I screamed in agony. "Sir, you okay?" the lady asked, holding me down. Her touch only worsened the pain.
"The pain!" I screeched in one of the highest tones I could reach. "Wow, quite a range there. I'll go get Doctor Glenn. Just stay here." she ran out of the room. I looked to the side of me, and there were all these machines hooked up to me. Maybe they were causing this pain! I ripped one out, and the pain got stronger, the headaches were massive now. I pulled another, and the pain was so bad it could kill be. Four doctors rushed in, and hooked them back up to me. A thousandth of the pain subsided. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to take them out. I wanted to die, so I couldn't live with this pain.
"We won't let you die without your parent's permission. And they say it's up to Pete. He says when you get to go." one of them said. The pain was doubled right at his name. It was like being in the middle of a war, the shots thrown through you, cannon balls hitting you, and an atomic bomb being dropped right on top of you. I began cursing as many times as I could imagine. My eyes snapped shut and it doubled again. I screamed curses, screeched morphed words, and yelled out that name. "He's got quite a colourful vocabulary. I'm sure everyone's getting a kick out of this. Please close the door." another said.
"We have to knock him out. Something in his brain, perhaps a memory, is causing this. By knocking him out, it should remove any memory. It's out only chance." a doctor said. I could see the people who visited in the window, watching in agony. One of them, the peaceful one, let like he was trying the calm me with his eyes or something. It was working, the pain was slowly retreating. I stopped kicking at the doctors. The extreme heat was now extreme numbing ice. I smiled at him. He grinned happily and nodded at the other. The doctors looked at me like I was magical. Then they looked the the man.
"Andy?" one asked in question. He nodded. "How…how did you do that?" he asked. "I'm extremely peaceful, and I do yoga and I learned this way to calm others. It lasts only for a few minutes though. I couldn't stand to see one of my best friends in pain." he smiled again. "You look like you know what you're talking about. Do you think he should lose all memory?" He stood still for a moment. "It could be the only way to get Pete over here. It's kinda risky, I don't know. I'm going to stick with no for now. He should be fine. For now." the man spoke. The doctor nodded and left. I felt only heavy aches now, so I was doing well.
The next day, I awoke the a dark sky. I was about to reach for my water, cause I was thirsty, and the pains were back. I cursed into the air really loudly and a doctor was in my room. "Again? The pains?" he asked. I nodded, my arm retreating. "All I wanted was some god damn water." I said, the pains increasing.
"Please, no profanity. We have children around. And the same, worse or better than before?" he checked some papers. "Same, but I feel as if it's going to get worse. Pull the frickin plug on me." I said, removing the stuff attached to me. "Sir, stop! We're going to have to knock you out. You will lose all memory, though. Anything you'd like to say?" he got a needle. "Yes. Tell Lewis…that I love him. And to thank that nice man for the calm evening. Lastly, to tell him to bring reminders of the stuff I like in music." I closed my eyes. There was a squeeze in my arm and then I went black.
I didn't know anything anymore.