"Kaleb, it's Pete!" I hear as soon as I answer my phone. It's Andy on Pete's phone. "Rian beat him into unconsciousness. He's in a coma. You need to come now," And then he hangs up.

It takes me a few minutes to register what the fuck just happened. Then I get up and throw on whatever I can, rushing out of my door.

As I run past Gabe, he gives me a weird look, but I don't stop as I run to the stairs. "Elevators are fixed, man," Gabe yells over the side railing. I continue running anyway. I'm going to kill Rian.

As soon as I reach my car, I'm driving as fast as I can to the hospital. There's no way Rian did this. This is all a joke. A big joke.

When I get to the hospital, I throw open my door and run in, not even locking my car. I don't give a shit about it at the moment. Pete is way more important.

"Pete Wentz," I say to the uninterested lady that's giving me a weird look, panting hard. She rolls her eyes at me.

"I'm sorry, but are you related to Peter Wentz in any way?" The lady says in a smart ass tone. I shake my head.

"Not yet, at least. I'm his fiancé," I say in a matter of fact tone. Well, that's not a total lie, right? I am his ex fiancé, so that counts for something, right?

Besides, I don't have time for bitches that wanna be badass but aren't. Go work somewhere else that isn't a fucking hospital if you can't sympathise!

"Well, that's fucking disgusting, but you can take a seat right there. I'll point the doctor towards the troubled boy with blue hair and tattoos," She smirks, pointing at the waiting area.

There's no sign of Andy or Joe, so they're probably in his room. But I have to deal with Her Royal Bitchness before I can even go see Pete?! They fucking called me and told me to come!

"I'm assuming you're Kaleb Robinson, correct?" A doctor comes out a few hours later. I'm almost asleep, actually.

But I jump up and say, "Yeah, yes, uh, that's me," He turns around and beckons me to come with just a single movements of his finger. I almost miss it.

As I walk with him, he reads out several things until I'm brought into another waiting area. This time I do see Andy and Joe. Andy is comforting a crying Joe, trying to calm him down.

"Hey, Kaleb," Andy says easily, patting the seat beside him. I sit next to him and am immediately pulled into a hug. "You're a great guy, y'know? I wish Pete was with a guy like you instead of that motherfucker he's with now," Andy says, leaning his head against my shoulder. He immediately picks his head back up. "How long's it been since you've showered?"

"Three days probably?" I say, and Andy turns his nose up. He laughs at that, and I feel somewhat better. At least I lightened the mood a bit by not showering.

"Go take a shower, man. I have some extra clothes you can wear. There's one in that bathroom," He points at the door and hands me a bag. I nod and venture off to the shower.

It makes me feel better. My tensed muscles relax under the hot water, making me never want to leave. But I have to. Anything can happen to Pete while I'm in this damned thing.

So I get out and open the bag that Andy gave me. Holy shit. These are some of my old clothes I left at Pete's apartment. Are they on to me? Or did they just get these clothes because I look the same size as him? I'll have to assume they don't know. I can't blow my cover if they don't know.

So I put on the hanging low blue tank top that matches my hair; the black, ripped at the knee skinny jeans; and the old pair of black vans that are in the bag. This is what old Patrick would dress like. The one that left Pete.

"Nice tattoos you got there, man," Joe says when I come out. He's calmed down some.

"Thanks, dude. Have you got any yourself?" I ask. That's good. I'm not supposed to know about his tattoos or anything about him. He smiles and nods, rolling up his sleeves. "Those fucking slay!"

"Alright, boys, simmer down. Pete should wake up soon, if the doctor's are right," Andy tells us. I nod, making water fly everywhere. I knew there was something I forgot to do.

I go back in the bathroom and get the towel I used, drying my hair off. It didn't do much for me, but at least my hair isn't ringing wet now.

"Mr. Hurley?" The same doctor that brought me to them asks when I get back. Andy stands up abruptly.

"That's me!" He says, rushing forward, earning a weird look from Doctor Hofstadter.

"I'm sorry if this disappoints you, but Mr. Wentz is not doing well. He was supposed to wake up about an hour ago, but he failed to respond to any tests. This means he could be in a coma for as long as six months," He explains.

When none of us move or say a word, he sighs and takes off his glasses, sitting down next to me. He puts a hand on my back. "You're his boyfriend, correct?"

"I, uh, no," I say. He rolls his eyes and nods.

"Yeah, but you love him, correct?" He tries again, running a hand through his short, curly hair. I nod vigorously, forgetting that Andy and Joe were even there. "I can't say I've been in this situation. My boyfriend, Doctor Cooper, might can help. He can give you a few medical statistics, if you'd like," He tries, smiling sadly at us.

"I don't think they need someone to tell them that their friend isn't going to live," A tall, dark haired guy says, standing beside Doctor Hofstadter. My eyes widen as I wait for him to continue what he was going to say. "I'm Doctor Sheldon Cooper. I can't say it's nice to meet you," He doesn't hold out his hand or anything. "Only fifty percent of coma patients actually survive, leaving the other fifty to regain consciousness and fall back into the coma and/or not regain consciousness at all,"

"What good is this doing me?" Joe says suddenly, angry tone as he lunges towards Doctor Cooper. Hofstadter pushes Sheldon behind him.

"Calm down, sir," He grabs Joe's hands and pushes him back a bit. Andy takes the hint, grabbing Joe and holding him back.

"Thank you, Doctor," I say as they both walk away, Hofstadter grabs Sheldon's hand, and I wish that was Pete and I.

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