Patrick was on Twitter in the bathroom (he hadn't left since he locked himself in there after the show) and looking though his social media, he was also ignoring everyone who was texting him. He wasn't even shocked that he was getting messages and mentions in post's from worried fans. He retweeted Joe's tweet saying that the concert was 'rad' he replied with  'it was rad indeed Mr. Trohman'  the replies were all pictures of his wrist, his scars and cuts revealed. He couldn't breathe, breathing was such a simple task that he couldn't perform at this moment because of his stupid asthma.
    Cause you're fat, you have asthma cause you are such a pig.
He let out a loud sob trying to raise awareness to anyone in the bus.
    They don't care about you fatty patty. 
Patrick's sobs got louder and he dragged the blood stained blade against his porcelain skin. He decided he wanted a change so he dragged the blade across his hip and pressed as hard as he could making the blood bubble up and quickly flow down his thigh and onto the tiled floor, his teary eyes followed the crimson liquid as it ran in between the tiles into cracks then gathered it self by the drain and disappearing from his sight. Patrick's head was pounding and everything was making him nauseous, using the last bit of his voice he had he yelled Pete's name.

Pete Wentz was a very stubborn insomniac who could hold a grudge to the grave but when his name tore through the bus he sprinted to the bathroom where he knew the cry came from. His heart shattered when he saw the bloody mess on the floor also known as Patrick Stump. The only thing that ran through his head was Patrick is hurt and helping him was the only thing that he could concentrate on. Pete started crying, Patrick wasn't much of a crier himself but he started crying when he saw that Pete was.

He stopped the bleeding then carried Patrick to his bunk and grabbed the first aid kit he saw by the spare bunk. He cleaned and patched the deep cuts on his best friends pale upper thigh and hip. By the time he was finished Patrick was almost asleep, Pete ran his tan hands through the strawberry blond head of hair on his lap, Patrick mumbled a soft ''thank you'' and squeezed Pete's hand using the rest of his energy. Pete slid down so that he was laying next to Patrick and wrapped his heavily inked arms around the trembling, sleepy strawberry blond. Patrick shoved his face into Pete's chest and let out a shaky sob. Pete cried some more while holding Patrick who soon after fell asleep. After Pete wrapped his own legs around Patrick's, his eyelids started to drop and he started to become unaware of his surroundings, just focused on Patrick's heavy but even breathing, slowly he fell asleep with tried tears staining his tan cheeks.

a/n
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just a heads up there is going to be a bit of peterick in this story cause im such a slut for that ship.