PATRICK & MICHAEL & SAMANTHA
Closed starter for @michaelisms and @shrieks, located in Shrike County Hospital.
The only fate worse than his two siblings ending up as victims of the same attack was Patrick getting the calls from the hospital admin team, but then being unable to rush down to see them, he’s sure of it. The blizzard couldn’t have come at a worse time, or maybe it was Patrick moving back into his rundown trailer home that was timed so poorly; either way, he’s sure he’s never felt as much distress as he does in the aftermath of this brutal attack. Every attack is brutal, every attack makes Patrick feel a level of distress, but he’s never felt as hopeless and as desperate as he had while slamming his weight against the slightly broken yet frozen shut metal door of his trailer. He makes it out of his home, but the blizzard is too ferocious, and he remains stuck in the outskirts of town without the clear ability to get to the other Webbs.
Needless to say, the second he’s able to make it down to the hospital, he does, but not without worrying himself to the point of tears and sickness. Patrick knows that it’s the killers who are to blame, but he can’t help but to feel so much guilt. He’s the only reason why any of his family found their way across the country to Shrike Heights, and now they’ve all paid the price for it. If Patrick hadn’t led them there, they’d still be at home, safe, unharmed. It’s a tough pill to swallow, but all Patrick can do now is try to move past the feeling of responsibility in order to show up for his siblings, in order to be there for them appropriately, to help them through the traumatic period, and through their healing and recovery.
He pulls into the first space in the parking lot that he finds, and he moves faster than ever, into the hospital. For a man who is usually quiet and reserved, he asks for directions to his siblings as quickly and as abruptly as possible, once at the admin desk, and once he hears the room numbers, he’s moving swiftly again. He reaches Michael’s room first, breathing heavily, guilt and concern churning his stomach into sickness, and as much as he feels - and has felt since receiving that first call - the entire situation doesn’t feel real to him until he walks into the room, and finds not only Michael, but Samantha by his side, too. They both look to be in rough shape, which only saddens Patrick further, and causes his guilt to grow.
“I left as soon as I could,” he tells them as he shuts the door behind him and walks in. He’s breathless, and he has no idea what to say, but at least he’s there. That has to count for something, right? “You guys, I,” he shakes his head; truly speechless. He takes his glasses off in order to wipe his teary eyes. “Jesus Christ.” He settles, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Samantha’s head, then reaching to take and to squeeze Michael’s hand softly. “I don’t even know what to say.” He admits.