*Patrick POV*

Silence took over the room like a storm. Brendon didn't know what to say. He was just kissing Gerard one second and the next, Ryan walks through the door. I fold my arms over my chest. I finally said, "Ryan why are you here?"

"I was worried about Brendon..."

Brendon said, "You obviously weren't that worried to leave me here."

Ryan sighed, "I'm sorry. You understand why I left right?"

I figured I should exit the room by the look Brendon gave me. I left and prayed the two would make up.

*Ryan POV*

I stared into the eyes of my sick significant other or at least my formal significant other. He shook his head not knowing why I left. I wasn't exactly sure why I left either. It wasn't all that necessary, but it happened. It's done and over with. "I left because everything was just getting to me. Like the stress of not being good enough for you...."

"Are you kidding me?! Ryan, I'm the one not good enough for you. I still need you though, but I don't deserve someone like you. You deserve better. I don't blame you for going, but I do because it destroyed me. I'm in the hospital now because of it. It's still not your fault. I shouldn't blame people for what has happened to me."

I nodded, "I know I did and I'm sorry...."

It was wrong of me to leave, but if you were in my situation, you would have too. I didn't have a splendid time in Vegas. All I did was mourn the loss of someone I thought I knew. That someone was Brendon. I didn't lose him, but it felt like it. He wasn't his old self, but his old self was just as bad when I tried to remember. I didn't like remembering. Remembering anything that had to do with the past hurt. The scars on my wrists with greater stories than Pete's tattoos would agree immensely. But Brendon...I miss the person he once was when we first were together.

He spoke, "Don't be sorry when it's the fault of mine. We both know it. I shouldn't have kissed her....or Gerard... And yes I kissed Gerard, but I was lonely and vulnerable and-"

I cut him off, "I know."

I kissed his lips gently. He let go, "Why did you do that?"

I simply said, "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I will marry you, Brendon."

He kissed me again, esctatic. I was happy I made him happy. He took off a necklace around his neck. Attached to said necklace was a ring in which he presented in front of me, "You said if I loved you I'd need to let you go. I wanted to go after you to Vegas, but I didn't because I am in love with you. George Ryan Ross III, will you forgive me and forget all my wrongs I have done, to look past all of my flaws so you can do me the honor of marrying me?"

I started crying. I would've married him before, but now I knew. I just knew he was the one for me. There was no doubt in my mind he couldn't be the one. The sanctity of marriage gives me the right to have him all to myself.

I don't like sharing.

I believed him. I nodded, "Yes, of course I will! I love you so much!"

I embraced him lightly, not wanting his frail body to break. I prayed this would motivate him to get better. He put the gold piece around my ring finger and kissed my finger. I smiled at him. He was the cutest and sweetest.

We heard a knock at the door. It was Patrick, "Is everything okay in there?"

I called, "Yes, the door is unlocked too."

He came in with Pete and Gerard. We exclaimed, "We're getting married!"

They all stared at us at first. A long lingering silence of realization replaced the once upsetting silence. Especially Gerard, but then Patrick ran to me to hug me. Not only did he say he's happy I'm back, but he also congratulated us. Pete hugged me when Patrick hugged Brendon. He said, "I need to talk to you."

I nodded and followed him out to the waiting room. He asked, "Where have you been Ry? I've missed you..."

"I'm sorry, Pete... I needed a break. I went to Vegas and spent time with my grandparents. Nothing worked. I was still crying myself to sleep every night. I missed all of you. I really did. It was a hard life without you guys. I can't imagine my life without you guys anymore. It's just too painful. There's no motivation left."

He hugged me again. I needed them just as much as they may need me, but I think I needed them so much more.

Pete said, "So you and Brendon?"

I smiled and blushed, "Yeah...I'm really excited. He will finally be mine and only mine."

He smiled, "You two are going to make beautiful grooms."

I asked, "So how's you and Patrick?"

He sighed happily, "In love. What can I say? He's literally the breath to my life anymore. He's what keeps me going."

It made me happy that they were together happily. They were one of the best couples I've seen in such a long time. I kind of envied it compared to Brendon and I...or Ryden. It made me question a little bit whether this was the right decision or not. I don't know if it's right or if I'm making a mistake....

That night we celebrated. Not out at a fancy restaurant, but inside the hospital with pizza and cookie cake. It was still okay because Brendon was okay or at least he was slowly becoming okay.

That's all that mattered to me. He could've made it easy and said I never mattered, but I'm glad he didn't. I love this man. He's my world. I think I did make the right decision, I hope.

I watched him smile and eat the food he hasn't eaten in weeks. I slowly saw the color regain to his pale cheeks and purplish lips. I laid in bed beside him. We all joked and laughed. His hair was the familiar brown soft mess I remembered. I liked it messy. It looked softer and new. I hated when he greased it all up with gel. It wasn't him. I reached over and stole a kiss from his lips. The complexity of those lips is something to be loved. I did love them. They were perfectly perfect in everyway. When he smiled, the way they would curve upward into a beautiful toothy smile, expressing those full colored lips gave me a chill. He was a sight of pure beauty.

I constantly thank God for Brendon Boyd Urie.