"Do I really have to?"

"Pete, you said it yourself, you have a drinking problem...it really needs to be fixed."

Pete sighed. Patrick held his hand and kept telling him that everything was okay. Pete knew that going to rehab wouldn't be bad. He was doing this for Patrick.

"But, the press...and-"

Patrick pressed his fingers against his mouth, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"They won't let any one in, and they won't give any information out. So the press isn't going to get anything. And plus, this is a private place. Pete, it won't matter...stop giving me excuses."

Pete nodded and walked towards the door. Patrick whipped his eyes. He forced a smile and pulled Pete close to him.

"Well, this is the last time I'm going to see you."

"Mhm, but...its only a week."

"What am I going to do with my self for a whole week!"

Pete smiled.

"Write, write to me, stuff like that...and don't go screwing around with people"

Patrick rolled his eyes.

"I would never!"

Pete kissed Patrick softly. When they pulled away Patrick hugged Pete with tears in his eyes.

"I'm going to miss you, so fucking much..."

"I'm gonna miss you to 'Trick.."

Pete lifted Patrick's chin up.

"Now, baby...please stop crying..."

Patrick nodded.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

Pete let go of Patrick's hand and walked in the door. He finally waved good bye and walked to the desk to check in. Patrick bit his lip and waved back.

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Pete grabbed the garbage can, throwing up. He whipped his mouth. His body shook. Goosebumps filled his entire body. He walked to his suitcase and pulled his sweat pants and sweater out. He slowly changed. His body still shaking. He layed down in the bed. He again looked around for the garbage can. Throwing up a greenish yellow spit. He hit the small red button. A nurse came into the room seeing how he had just thrown up.

"Mr. Wentz, can I help you?"

Pete nodded and grabbed a piece of paper. He weakly scribbled down 'Patrick'. The nurse nodded and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, Patrick came in the room. It was dark. He walked over to the window and went to open the blinds. Pete shook his head furiously. He would have talked, but his voice destroyed by the bile that he began throwing up.

"Its okay Pete, I'm right here."

Patrick grabbed his hand. He looked at his pale face.

"Come on, lets get you into the shower."

Patrick closed the door and help Pete out of the bed. He began stripping him. Pete sat weakly in the tub and shivered as the water began covering his body. Patrick washed him off. The only light in the bathroom was the night light. Patrick help Pete back out of the tub. He looked at the food dish that still had food on it.

"I'd have you eat, but your just gonna barf it back up aren't you?"

Pete frowned.

"Awww, hun its okay.."

Patrick gently hugged him.

"Just go to bed, when you wake up I'll still be here...I promise..."

Pete looked around. Then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.  Patrick sat down on the chair. He pulled his cell phone out and called Andy and Joe.

"You guys, can you come over here?"

"Okay, thanks..."
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"Morning"

Pete whipped his eyes. Seeing Andy and Joe next to him. He looked around and saw Patrick talking to one of the nurses.

"T-T-T-'Trick?"

Patrick's eyes widened. He ran over to Pete's side.

"Yeah?"

"I'm kinda hungry..."

Pete said meekly. Patrick smiled and put the food in front of him. Pete ate it. Patrick hugged him.

"I'm glad to see that your better..."