Pete's POV

The few days later, we were called in for a questioning in the basement of the hospital. I picked Patrick up early in the morning and we all met up there and waited in a rather empty waiting room. We were the only ones there, except for one girl with jet black hair and a leather jacket to match the color of her hair. She looked familiar, maybe a fan? I couldn't tell, she wore a glare as she looked at us.

She approached us as we walked in, "Hi, I'm Emily."

I smiled a little, Leah's friend from the meet and greet. Of course. I shook her hand, "Hey, I remember you."

She nodded, "Yeah, I could say the same," and then there was silence. Emily looked at us with a weird look that I couldn't quite decipher, "So umm, you were with Leah... What happened?"

Patrick's heart sunk, I saw it through his eyes. I grimaced, "Well, we don't know. I promise you, Emily, we had nothing to do with it. I swear to God, we would never do anything to her. Patrick can tell you, tell her buddy. This guy wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on her."

All eyes turned to Patrick, who tried to fit pieces together, "Umm, yeah, I-I wouldn't let anything happen to her."

She frowned, "I want to believe that so bad, but you were the only ones with her... Trust me, I love you guys, but there's no other explanation..."

"I love her," Patrick blurted out.

Now she started to believe us. Her eyes widened, "Oh... Wow."

A man with a black trench coat walked in and asked us to follow him into a room. The hallways were kind of dark, giving it a spooky feel. It looked like the scene of a movie and we were in it.

The room was a different story. There were chairs spread around a desk, one for each of us. Two guards surrounded the two or three doctors and specialists that came. The man who walked us in asked us to sit.

"Okay, so Leah Rose Carter, a patient admitted on Wednesday evening. In front of you is Fall Out Boy and Emilia Jordan Williams," the man announced and sat down. Emily grimaced at the sound of her full name and I had to fight back the urge to laugh. This is serious, Pete, serious.

Doctors shuffled around with their papers and one stood up, "Good morning, I'm Doctor Reynolds, Leah's doctor," said the man with black, slicked back hair and glasses, "I'd just like to inform you how she's doing so far. She's breathing fine now, but we still can't wake her up from her sleep. I've rounded up a team of my best doctors and we've been pondering over what could've caused this. There's many ways that something like this could've happened. The biggest and first way we'd came up with was the use of drugs. There's actually quite a few different ones that could've made Leah the way the she is. Do any of you have any links to drugs? And please, be as honest as you can. It's the only way we'll know how to save her."

I didn't know how formal it was and no one was answering, so I raised my hand and Dr. Reynolds nodded for me to speak up.

"Pete Wentz, bassist from Fall Out Boy, sir, we brought Leah out in our trailer to camp out for a few nights when she didn't wake up one morning. I assure you we never had any drugs with us. I'd allow you to check the trailer, but it was stolen, and that's why we had to walk in the rain to get here. Patrick - the cute little guy over there - had to carry her all the way," I told him honestly. Patrick stared into his lap, his face still plastered with pain. He'd tried to hide it, but it wasn't exactly working. I saw right through it.

He nodded and his colleagues wrote notes down, probably based on what I said, "That's unfortunate, but it still doesn't narrow the cause to anything. We tested her for things like tumors and diabetes or low blood sugar, but she came back negative. Did she ever consume too many medical pills? Anything unusual?"

I shook my head, assuming he was talking to me, "No, she didn't bring any pills. She never complained about a thing. Leah's a sweet girl, although her mood kind of changed halfway through..." I glanced at Patrick. He probably knew this best, but it was hard for him.

"Uhh," he stuttered and sat up straight, looking up at the doctor, "Yes, well, as we were walking, she'd get tired and run out of breath easily. Often times she'd feel sick and have to sit down to rest. Umm, she'd talked about depression, she had mood swings, and passed out one night, but she woke up the next morning."

They looked like they were leading to something, "That's helpful, thank you, Patrick," Dr. Reynolds said, "Now, did she ever injure herself when she was with you? Maybe, hit her head?"

I looked confusedly at the boys, "No," I told him, but Emily looked guilty.

"Umm," her hand rose and she caught their attention, "We were flying here for the Fall Out Boy concert and I remember that she actually did hit her head, pretty hard too."

This was news to me. Patrick's nostrils flared and his eyes misted over. He listened intently to what Emily was saying, as did the rest of us.

"We were getting off the plane and she slipped, falling down the steps and landing on her head quite a few times," she confessed, biting her lip, "But she was tested for a concussion at the airport and they told her she was fine..."

The doctor turned to his friends and started talking. I kept my eyes on Emily and she turned to me, looking apologetically. She'd blamed us for her condition, when she was partially to blame.

"Concussions are interesting things," the doctor told us, "They're easy to slip by a test unnoticed if you're not careful. That's enough information on this topic, onto some more," he pulled out a sheet and squinted at his writing, "Does she have any family? Someone to pay for her?"

Emily shook her head, "Her parents put her up for adoption for age reasons. They weren't ready to have kids, so they wanted to give her to someone who would take care of her properly. She never got adopted and lived by herself when she was old enough."

Patrick nodded, "Yeah, I think she told me about that..." and he looked away nervously.

I leaned back in my chair and sighed as they continued writing.

"How much is the bill?" Andy spoke up and asked.

The doctors looked at each other, "It's not cheap to keep a room locked up for her and there's the medicine, the feeding tubes, the oxygen tank, the-"

"We can pay for it," I interrupted. Emily's head jerked to me. Her expression screamed at me to back down.

"Come on, we've got money, let us pay for it," I asked.

One of the doctors spoke up, "Actually, you can pay for some, if you're willing, but you can't pay for all of it."

"I can help out with that," Emily joined in, "I have her stuff with me in my hotel room, we both have some money."

I looked around the room, was Joe actually sleeping? I punched his shoulder and he woke up, whispering an apology. Poor kid.

"Does she have a spouse or a boyfriend that we could contact?" Dr. Reynolds asked.

I turned to Patrick, who was starting to have troubles keeping himself together. He pressed on though, "Leah and I started a relationship a little while ago. We were just taking it easy."

"Did you ever have any sex with her during the time?" they asked.

I chuckled and caught a laugh in my throat.

He blushed, "No, sir." Of freaking course not.

More writing and awkward silences came over us until another question appeared, "How long has she been out?"

"4 days," I told them, feeling eager to answer something, "Today would be the fourth."

"And finally, explain what you did with Leah while you were out camping. Please be as specific as possible."

We each took a turn in talking about Leah. We explained how much fun we had, singing, playing football, telling stories, watching shows and movies, playing music, and just plain being with her was fun.

Dr. Reynolds stood back up and walked in front of his desk, "So, judging by your answers, what happened with Leah had nothing to do with any of you or any kind of drug. Thankfully, it's easier on you guys, but a little harder on us. It started with the concussion, the nurse that you talked about from the airport must not have done all of the tests on her, so she slipped by with a severe concussion in her head. What happens when you leave that untouched is what you explained, the depression, the mood swings, the dizziness, yadda yadda. This eventually led to the coma that she's in."

Coma... My breath caught in my throat and I heard Patrick catch his as well. He covered his mouth to keep something from escaping. I could tell he had enough and needed to leave.

"It could take hours, days, weeks, months, and possibly years for her to wake up. She's been out for, what you said, 4 days. It's not possible to predict when she could wake up. You five have permission to see her as long as you like, as long as there's no trouble. Thank you for your time, you may leave."

I stood up and put a hand behind Patrick, leading him out the door. He wiped a stray tear from his eyes and exhaled sharply.

The doctor stopped us on the way out, "Who's closest to Leah? Who knows her the most?"

I looked to Patrick, but then to Emily. Emily glanced at him and then to the doctor, "I-I guess I'm as close as she has to family," I could hear the apology that she was saying, looking at the face she made to Patrick. He looked defeated.

"Come this way, then," Dr. Reynolds said and walked away from us. I turned to the waiting room with the boys. We could wait until he was done talking to her to leave.

I looked over my shoulder just in time to see Emily take Patrick's hand, dragging her with him. Maybe that's not such a good idea, but maybe it is. He needs to hear about his girlfriend as does Emily.

I sat down and hoped for the best.