Peter Rumancek Imagines

Worried

Peter dropped the phone from his ear to the floor and sank to the sofa, Destiny clutched onto him as he tried to keep it together, he'd hoped you would pull through. You were the only person that made him want to settle in one place, made his heart skip a beat and he'd let you walk home alone while he and Roman hung out.

He wished he'd ignored your insistence that you didn't need a ride home, he knew Roman felt the same way.

"The Doctor just called." He whispered and let his head fell into his hands as he began to silently sob. "She's not going to make it."

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Roman paced back and forth in his office, he'd spent the morning screaming at Pryce, now he was trying to relive the pent up anger by counting the floor tiles as he paced. You were his best friend, Shelly's to, and Pryce was just giving up on you he couldn't, wouldn't, let it stand.

He growled and stormed out of his office, jogging to the lift, heading down to the car park so he could head over to Peter's.

Both boys sat with beers, mulling over what life would be like without you, neither wanting to stop and think about the times they'd had for fear of breaking down and being unable to cope any more. They both knew it was easier for Peter to move on, run from the issue, but wasn't able to simply leave the place you'd both met.

"I tried to get Pryce to take the case... he wouldn't let me admit her." Roman grunted. The bitter bite to Roman's voice told Peter he wasn't alone in his grief and that Roman, was surprisingly upset by your death.

"Yeah well... it's my fault I should have been there." Peter sighed, hiding his tears by dropping his head back.

The phone that had been abandoned by Peter's feet since the call that morning. Neither of them made any movement as the watched the phone trill away to itself on the floor. Eventually Peter picked it up and swallowed harshly enough to draw Roman out of his self-loathing for the world.

"Are you fucking kidding me... no Pryce don't you dare, Roman talk to him!" Peter yelled. He threw the phone at Roman and glared at his friend furiously as the Upire hummed every now and then.

When Roman hung up he avoided looking at Peter, eventually indicating for his friend to follow him to the shining red roadster that was sat waiting for them. When the white towers were in sight Roman glanced at Peter.

"(Y/N) agreed to... this new thing Pryce has been working on, if it works it'll save her life." Roman muttered. Peter grunted in response, his jaw clenched as he waited to see what Roman had let Pryce do to you.

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"Hey Babe... (Y/N) I missed you." Peter whispered as Pryce let him into your room, before your eyes found him his hands were cupping your face, kisses gently finding your cheeks.

"Peter... hi." You said softly. He smiled and nodded, stroking your hair as he watched over you happily.

"I think it's safe to say that so far the operation worked." Pryce declared smugly. Roman thanked him and took a seat next to your bed, smiling at you when you tilted your head towards him. Peter was knelt at your side, one hand linked with yours, the other rubbing his thumb against your arm.

"I'm glad you're ok." Peter whispered to you as you began dozing off with your head lent against his.

"Pryce was actually worried I wouldn't get better... I won't be able to leave Hemlock though." You stiffened slightly and began to panic, Roman couldn't help but chuckle when the beeping machine next to your bed started to go frantic.

"Destiny said we can stay with her until we can afford somewhere and she's looking forward to helping you get better." Peter grinned at you when you smiled.

"You don't want to... move around?" You asked him quietly.

"Yeah but you know... I'd rather have you with me so... holidays from now on." Peter's warm smile cheered you up and you couldn't help but sigh contently, despite your slowly healing injuries, as he whispered to you and occasionally planted tender kisses on your cheeks.