Patrick's POV

Apparently, I slept through the entire night in the recording studio. I woke up extremely confused at 7 in the morning, lying across a couch. Then I remembered. Centuries.

"What are you doing here?" Lolo strolled in and asked with a steaming coffee in her hands. I was extremely glad I woke up when I did.

"What are you doing here?" I repeated back, still processing what was going on.

She laughed and handed a cup to me, "I forgot my purse here yesterday. They said you were still here."

I smiled and blushed, "Yeah, we Fall Out Boy throw some pretty crazy release parties."

Lolo giggled, "I bet you do. I'm glad I could help with Centuries yesterday."

"Me too," I said and tapped my feet nervously, "I think you were a great addition to the song."

"Thank you!" she said, "I was honestly surprised when they told me you were here. I was expecting you'd be with your new girlfriend."

I looked down at the ground, "You've heard about Leah too, huh?"

Lolo nodded, "Of course, hun, we all have. We are all praying for the both of you. I'll say, you're keeping awfully strong throughout this whole thing."

I started blushing again and only looked up to her for a second, "Well, I can't say that's all true. Behind the cameras, I'm more emotional than you'd think. But I didn't fight through this on my own. The guys have been extremely supportive and helpful."

"Of course," she shrugged, "that's what friends and band mates are there for."

There was an awkward pause where neither of us made eye contact. She took a breath and stood up, "Well, I should get going..."

I got up too, grabbing the coffee that was a lot warmer than I thought, "Yeah, I should probably get back to the hospital."

"Good luck!" Lolo said and picked up her purse.

"Thanks, you too," I replied and watched her leave. Before I left, I grabbed an acoustic, just in case.

I drove out to the nearest Subway™ and bought some lunch for me and another special girl for when she wakes up. I have a lot more faith that she'll wake up now, judging by how well the tests are going. Expressing my feelings to her really helped as well.

As I was walking into the building, the lady at the desk noticed me and caught my attention. She waved me over to her desk.

Worries ran through my head. Did they move Leah to another room? Did she get worse overnight? Did she pass away? Thankfully, they all went away when the woman simply smiled at me.

"Leah's getting a lot better," she said, "She's all we talk about at lunch. Ever since you came to visit, talk, and sing to her, she's been more responsive than ever. Don't tell anyone I told you though. We love having you here."

I smiled, "Thank you, I appreciate it."

She wasn't the only one who noticed me that day. On my way to the elevator for the second time, I passed an open door. A squeal came from it, a little voice calling my name.

"Oh my gosh. Is that Patrick Stump?" she questioned.

I stopped and walked backwards to the door, where - indeed - a little girl sat on a bed.

I felt inclined to meet her, so I walked inside with a smile on my face, "Hi!"

"Oh my gosh, hi! I'm Holly!" she said and held her hand out. A few tubes came with it.

I held and shook her fragile hand, "Hey Holly, I'm Patrick."

"I know," she giggled.

Holly had lost all of the hair on her head, but she was still very pretty - and she was obviously a fan.

"Have a seat!" she pointed to a chair next to her bed and asked me to sit. It looked just like the one in Leah's room.

"Can I just say, I love your music and Fall Out Boy? I heard Centuries yesterday and almost started bawling," she pressed her hands together and told me.

I nodded, "You can, and thanks!"

"Stop it!" she squealed. Emily did the same thing to me. Apparently kindness does kill.

"Okay, okay," I backed away and chuckled, "How old are you?"

"I'm 13," she answered.

"And... How long have you been here?"

She took a minute to think and then answered, "About a month ago, a little while before you got here with Leah."

The name hit a nerve. She knows about Leah too. I think her name is becoming more popular than mine. Of course, if she's been here for that long, she probably knows who's a patient here by now, especially if it's someone like Leah.

"Oh, wow, I'm sorry. That was kind of rude," she looked away and said shyly.

"No, it's okay. She's doing better," I told her.

"Really? That's great. I'm really sorry for what happened to her and I hope she wakes up soon so you guys can be together again. I'm a really big Leatrick shipper," she giggled again and said.

I chuckled and raised an eyebrow, "Thanks, I think?"

"What's her room number?" she asked, "I'd like to meet her and sign her poster."

"357," I replied and gave her directions. She promised to visit her once she gets out.

Holly went on to tell me about her early stages of cancer. She's already been through a few rounds of chemo and had a lot of fun shaving the Fall Out Boy logo and Panic! at the Disco exclamation point in her hair before it was gone.

She liked a lot of different bands, I noticed by looking down at her wrists. On her free hand, she wore many different rubber bracelets for other bands and singers including My Chemical Romance, Gerard, and the Brobecks. I also caught some Doctor Who in there somewhere.

"Could we get a picture? My friends are never going to believe me," she asked politely.

I smiled again, "Sure we can."

We took pictures on her phone and mine. Holly wasn't quick to put it on social media and neither was I. We were having too much fun just talking together. It reminded me of an extended meet and greet.

"What's your favorite song?" I asked her, getting an idea.

"That's hard to say, but I really like Death Valley," Holly picked. I reached under the chair and pulled out my guitar. She squealed again.

After quickly adjusting it, I started singing a little bit for her, "I wanna see your animal side, let it all out. I wanna see the dirt under your skin. I need your broken promises, yeah.
I want the guts and glory baby, baby. This town is wasted and alone.
'Cause we are alive, here in Death Valley, but don't take love off the table yet. 'Cause tonight it's just fire alarms and losing you. We love a lot so we only lose a little. But we are alive, we are alive."

Holly applauded me and swung her legs over the bed, pulling me in for a hug between the guitar and me. She may be a cancer patient, but she's still very strong.

Holly inspired me to go to other rooms. With permission from most people, I visited more patients in the children's unit. I picked a new song for each of them and took a lot of pictures. If my voice helped heal Leah, just imagine what a simple song could do to someone who needs it?

They all asked about Leah and told me how happy they were.

Almost all of them were Youngblood.

It was late by the time I got to Leah's room. I entered playing Centuries for her. I played the entire song for my number one fan. After I had finished, I left her sub in the mini fridge and kissed her cheek. I could've swore she smiled.

I was absolutely starving. Feeling guilty, I unwrapped my own sub and started eating.

I must've fell asleep, because I woke up with my face almost touching my sandwich. Chuckling, I apologized to Leah and put my sandwich with hers.

It's been a long time since I've slept in my own bed, and it's never sounded better. I don't think Leah would want me here all day and night. She needs a little time without me.

I found my lips pressed up to hers again and whispered, "Goodnight," before leaving the hospital.