You're Still My Favorite Melody

Is she gonna be okay?” Gabe whispers and Pete nods.

“I already told you, the doctor said she’ll be fine. She just had a concussion,” Pete answers.

I clear my throat and they both turn around to face me. I was sitting in a hospital bed, wearing an unshapely gown and my entire body ached. I was just happy to be alive though. Pete and Gabe run over to me and Pete pulls me into a hug first.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m just happy you’re okay,” he says, before pulling away.

“Can we never fight again?” I ask and Pete pulls me into another hug. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Gabe standing against the wall, staring uncomfortably at the IV in my arm.

“Are you gonna give me a hug or what?” I ask, but Gabe doesn’t smile or make a move to hug me.

“I’m gonna go tell everyone that you’re awake,” he mumbles. Gabe heads out of the room and doesn’t stop walking–even when I say his name.

“What the hell is his problem?” I hiss and Pete gives me a look that tells me not to ask. I sigh and lean back in the bed and close my eyes. That’s when I remember the blood and how Patrick was driving the car. Oh god, Patrick.

“Is Patrick okay?” I ask and Pete’s expression changes completely. His eyes become doleful and morose and he seems to be filled with absolute dread.

“He didn’t...um actually..he’s great,” Pete says.

“You’re lying,” I say quietly. If there was one thing that Pete wasn’t good at it was lying. And right now I wished that he was a better liar.

“He’s...fine. You’ll see,” he mutters, almost to himself.

“Pete-”

“I’m gonna go check on Gabe,” he says distractedly. I was convinced now—something had happened to Patrick.