Pete's phone on the other hand was smashed and he was a mess in the hospital bathroom. He wasn't aware that patrick was awake or that Andy and Joe were worried about him. Pete had smashed a bottle of whatever cheap whiskey Gabe had gave him to 'calm himself' directly after drinking half of it the five big gulps and spilling the rest over already stained shirt. he didn't feel drunk, he didn't feel anything. Pete was numb. He cut his hand on the broken glass from his phone and didn't feel the pain, he had been crying for the last three days, he had gone 72 hours without sleeping and he had barley eaten anything besides a few bites of Joe's ham and cheese sandwich and a bag of gummy bears he snagged from Patrica. He was tipsy, not even fully drunk. He hadn't been taking his meds for the last few days and that mixed with not sleeping was like mixing fire and gasoline. Pete stumbled to the bathroom sink and gazed in the mirror, his dark brown hair was messy. His eyes were red and surrounded with dark circles, his shirt was stained and falling off of his shoulder slightly revealing this thorn necklace. Pete tried to make himself not look like a drug addict so he could see patrick. he grabbed the remainders of his phone, sticking them into the pocket of his skinny jeans and walked out of the bathroom.