Chapter 7- I Wanna Be With You

"Fall Out Boy Tragedy"

"At 10:45 last night, Pete Wentz, bassist from the punk band Fall Out Boy, was rushed to the hospital, along with a close friend, after a near fatal car accident. Sources say that Wentz was driving around downtown New York with his close friend, after leaving a birthday party he was hosting at his bar, Angels and Kings. The party was for lead singer and best friend, Patrick Stump's new girlfriend. The accident was caused by a drunk driver who was killed in the collision. We'll give you more news as we get it."

"Pete," Leila choked out. She didn't know where she was. She tried sitting up, but it made her sick to her stomach and laid back down. Her eyes opened to a blinding white light glaring down at her. She groaned and heard a load of scuffling noise and someone grabbing her arm lightly.

"Get the nurse, tell them Leila woke up!" Casie said frantically and Leila heard more scuffs and voice yelling down the hall.

Leila tried to think of why they needed the nurse, but flashes of the last things she remembered crossed her mind. The last thing that she could remember was feeling a warm liquid, she assumed was blood, running down in her eyes. Her chest was killing her with excruciating pain. But something horrible popped in her head. She had to know where Pete was.

"Pete," she said, more soundly. No one answered her, and nurses came in and surrounded her. They checked machines and her IV. The nurses seemed to be fine with what they saw, said something to Casie across the room that she couldn't make out.

Leila finally opened her eyes.

"If you don't tell me where Pete is, I'm going to rip this IV out!" Leila demanded, feeling woozy and settling back down. Casie looked at Cara carefully, thinking about what to say.

"H-he's alive," Casie finally murmured.

That didn't sound good. "He's alive? What does that mean?"

"I want to see him," Leila said, trying to get out of bed.

"No, Leila. You can't," Cara said, going to her side and trying to get her to lie back down.

"And why not?" Leila complained.

"Well, first of all, you hurt Leila," Patrick said, entering the room, looking very gloom. "And second of all, Pete's not good. They aren't talking about him very well. They don't think he'll make it through the night." A single tear rolled down Patrick's face.

Leila felt like the world was growing dark around her. Pete wasn't good and there was nothing she could do about it. They wouldn't even let her see him. He could die without her seeing him again. Leila was doing the best she could to fight her tears, because she needed to be strong, for Pete. He was going to make it. He just had too. There was so much that he promised her that they would do, together. And it was at that moment that Leila realized how she really felt about the man. And now God was thinking about taking him away. She had to make her mind think of something else, anything else.

"What exactly happened, Leila?" Patrick asked, needing to know what was killing his friend.

"All I remember were headlights coming straight at us, from Pete's side. And then I felt blood running in my eyes and I couldn't hear Pete. I called out to him and he never replied. I tried getting out of my seatbelt, but my arm wouldn't move," Leila whispered softly with clinched eyes.

"That's because it's broken. Along with two ribs and bruised collarbone with twenty-five stitches on your forehead," Cara said from Leila's bedside.

"Leave it to Pete to be the reason I break my first bone," Leila smiled, trying to act like nothing was wrong. Just then they heard a loud buzzing noise from down the hall and booming voice shot through the speakers.

"Code Blue in room 1143! Code Blue in room 1143!"

Patrick's face paled, as if the blood in his body stopped pumping. He shot out of the room and the door was left open. Leila saw something from her bed that made her sick to her stomach, and didn't know if she could hold it. Nurses and doctors were swarming around a stretcher, hurrying it to the elevator. It was Pete. Leila looked in disbelief at his unconscious body lying there as unmoving as a rock. He was as white as the sheets he was laying on. From what the nurses were doing, Pete was not breathing and they were trying to put a breathing tube down his throat. Leila felt her chest restricting. She couldn't breathe and was suddenly overcome by a wave of nausea. A nurse ran into the room, felt for her rate and stuck some liquid into her IV. Soon Leila was come over by exhaustion.

It was around midnight Leila woke up. No one was in the room with her, so she couldn't ask about Pete. She looked at all the machines around and realized that the only thing she was attached to now was her IV. Leila swung one leg over the edge of the bed and was dealt a sharp pain her side. She moved the other leg over, but much slower. She placed her feet on the cold tile floor and stood up. Her legs felt like Jell-O. Leila took hold of her IV stand and slowly wheeled it towards the door, one painful step at a time. She peeked out around the door and saw Patrick asleep on one of the couches. She couldn't see Casie or Cara anywhere. She looked towards the nurses' station and the only one there had her back turned her. Slowly, she walked towards room 1143; wincing with every step she took.

Leila made it to the door and slipped in the room. There he was, lying there. Leila quietly pushed a chair right next to his bedside. She adjusted her IV and sat down. For the longest time she just stared at his face, expecting him to open his eyes and scare her. But he didn't; his lids didn't even flutter. Leila could feel her breathe quickening and her heart rate speeding up. He looked lifeless upon the hospital bed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked down at his medical sheets to see what she could find out. Coma. Pete was in a coma. She put the papers down and looked back up at Pete. Leila reached out and took Pete's hand in her own.

"Pete, listen to me," Leila's throat was so dry she could hardly make her voice work. "Pete, you're going to be just fine. I'm right here with you; I had to sneak past a sleeping Patrick and the nurses' station, but I'm here now. We can sing a song, if you want to," Leila said, breathing quickly trying to hold back her tears.

"'Wear me like a locket around your throat, I'll weigh you down and watch you choke,'" Leila sang softly, moving closer to Pete's ear. "'Keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you, can I lay in your bed all day?' Pete, don't leave me," Leila pleaded.

"I need you here with me, Pete," Leila said, clinging to his hand tightly. Leila couldn't hold back any longer. As soon as the first tear rolled down her face, she couldn't stop. Leila forcefully wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, looking at Pete's face.

"Pete… I love you," Leila whispered into the dark room.

Patrick stood from the window, watching Leila cling tight to his best friend. He saw the nurse coming to check on Pete, and rushed into the room.

"Leila, you have to get back to your room, Pete's nurse is coming," Patrick said in hushed tones. He rushed to her side and helped her up and made sure she had hold of her IV stand before letting go. He helped her back to her room and back in bed.

"I'm scared Patrick," Leila said, looking up at Patrick in the moonlight.

"Me too, Leila, me too," Patrick admitted. In truth, he had never been more scared in all of his life. Patrick sat down in a chair by Leila's bed and put his head in his hands. Leila, whose tears hadn't stopped streaming down her face, looked at him with such sympathy.

"Update on the Wentz accident"

Pete Wentz, who was admitted to a hospital for sustaining serious injuries in an almost lethal car crash earlier this week, is still not in the clear. Our sources say that Wentz is in a coma. No word yet on who his mystery friend was, but witnesses say that it was a dark headed female. When we get more news, you'll hear it first."

-note from the author-

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Stayed tuned to see what happens to Pete!