Pete's fingers were intertwined with Patrick's, he was laying next to him and his head was on Patrick's chest. Patrick's breathing was steady but slow, Patrick's wrist was bandaged and he had an IV in the other one. His hair was messy along with Pete's and he had the lightest stubble on his pale face. They both looked content, they were sleeping but Pete looked happy that his husband was alive and Patrick was just sleeping and who didn't look happy when they slept. Pete kept shifting in his sleep, his legs were tangled with Patrick's and they kept moving every now and then.

"Mm stop moving" Patrick mumbled, Pete whined and clung tighter onto the younger man. "y' scared me 'Trick" Pete mutters into his husbands chest, Patrick hummed a 'hm.' Pete presses a kiss to Patrick's chest, Patrick places his hand on top of Pete's head and starts to play with the dark brown curls. Pete smiles at the touch and traces circles onto Patrick's chest. "Baby you're not allowed to do this anymore, it hurts me and, it hurts everyone around you. Declan won't let anyone touch him, he pinned Saint against the wall and punched him just cause Saint tried to comfort him. Patrick, that kid is kind of messed up cause of you, he only has you and if you're dead who knows what will happen to him...." Pete stops, Declan, Saint, Bronx, and Kevin enter the room.

Patrick groans at the sight of his brother, Kevin flips him off and closes the door behind him. "Dad" Declan squeaks and jumps onto his fathers lap. Patrick wraps his arms around his blond kid and hugs him "I'm so sorry Dec." Declan cries into Patrick's chest, Patrick rubs his back and kisses his forehead. Pete sits up and pulls his youngest into his lap, Saint giggles and crosses his legs. Declan just lays on his father with his face buried in Patricks chest, Patrick sighs "I'm sorry, I swear it won't happen again. Fuck, I didn't even want to...y'know it just sort of happened...I saw the blade and I had to, I just had to—","had to, my ass!" Kevin interrupts his brother. Patrick sighs and sits up, Declan pulling his knees to his chest and leaning on his father. "If you just 'had to' then why didn't go to Pete, or Joe, from what I know he was spending the week with you guys. Patrick, you promised after your last mess up you would go to rehab if it happened again, you fucking promised Patrick and you're going" Kevin tells his brother with a firm face. "Kids go wait outside" Pete tells the three, Saint, Bronx, and Declan exit the room, leaving the three adults in the hospital room. Pete lays his head in Patricks lap and looks up at the latter, Kevin rolls his eyes "Patrick, you can't do this anymore, fuck it hurts me so much to see you like this and it fucking hurts your husband. Rick, you promised you would go to rehab, you are strong but apparently not strong enough cause you relapsed." Both brothers sigh and Pete rubs Patricks thigh, then Kevin continues "you have to do this Patrick, for Dec, for Pete, for yourself. Jesus Christ, you have to know when to stop Kid" Kevin sighs again. "I'm not going Kevin, I can't... fuck, I can't go to rehab it would kill me" Patrick rubs his Pete's shoulder, Pete hums and rests his head on Patricks hand. "I'm just reminding you of what you promised, if you decide to take my advice then call me" and with that Kevin leaves.

"Should I? Y'know, go to rehab?" Patrick asks his husband as they climb into the black SUV, Pete shakes his head as they both plop down onto the leather seats. The kids follow and get themselves buckled in and the car moves forwards. "I don't want you to go to rehab Dad" Declan states and goes back to his Nintendo. Saint and Bronx nod in agreement, Pete rests his hand on top of Patrick's. "Babe, can you do something for us?" Pete asks his husband, Patrick nods and Pete inhales deeply "promise me you will never do this again, ever." Patrick nods and kisses his husbands knuckles "I promise." 

  -the end-

a/n

the end book is over, I enjoyed writing It and also it was in total 27,404 words (wowie)