I'm in Love...with a Rockstar (MCR)

Chapter Nineteen: The Hospital...Again

Gerard's POV

I feel for my brother. He was in a car crash. His girl was shot. And now his girl has been shot again. How much does my little brother have to take. He never did anything wrong. Why is the world hating him so much. He was such a good child. He was respectful and nice and kind. He is not receiving that back. He is being tortured.

I sit by him, my hand on his back, for hours. We came to the hospital, even though we didn't find Lyn-z or Bandit. I have pangs in my chest thinking about it. Maybe my wife is dead. For now, I don't know. Mikey needed us, so we came. And later we will return to the battle field to search for my babies.

His blond hair falls over his tear-stricken face. His hands, covering his eyes. Ray is pacing in the corner. Pierce may be Mikey's wife, but she's all dear to us. She is family. And not just to me and Mikey. Ray and Frank and Mikey and Pierce and I are all part of a family. Frank, sits with his head in his hands, and not even he, the prankster, is cracking jokes.

Finally, a nurse walks into the waiting room. Mikey looks up, hope spreading over his face. I try to read her face, but it is impossible. She has a poker face. A great one. Once, I think I see sorrow, but then it vanishes.

"Mikey?" She asks, as Mikey stands up and walks over to her.

"Is she alive?" His voice is barely louder than a whisper, and we all have to strain our ears to hear it. He looks at her, hungry for an answer. "Is my baby alive?"

The nurse looks deep into his eyes. "She is stable." Mikey breaks down. His hands fly to cover his mouth and he crumples to the floor, tears of relief falling from his eyes.

"Ca-can I see he-her?" He asks, still on the floor, sobbing.

"We will let you know when visitors are allowed in. And you are a very lucky man. She is a fighter that one. She didn't want to die." She smiles briefly at us before leaving the room. I crouch down and grab Mikey's upper arms, pulling him up.

"Oh thank god." Ray breathes. I smile sadly at him. She was stable. But was she going to stay that way? I hoped so. I hated to see my brother like this. They have gone through so much. Mikey still has the scar across his face from the crash, something that you could never forget. If she took a turn for the worst and...died...Mikey would be crushed. He has had girlfriends before, but not once before Pierce had Mikey loved. He'd had crushes on girls. But never a love this strong. If Pierce died, he would be broken. He would be crushed and heartbroken. He wouldn't see the purpose of life anymore. I know this, because I can see it in the way he looks at her. It's how I look at  Lyn-z and Bandit. Undying love. Never ending happiness and love for one certain person. I know he would feel that way, because it would be how I felt if anything had every happened to Lyn-z, or my darling Bandit.

I help Mikey back to a chair and pull him into my grasp. There's not much chance to really get close to your brother when you're touring around so much. This one time, I can actually hug my brother. He wraps his arms around me and cries softly into my shoulder.

"She's alive." He murmurs.

"Yeah." I reply. "She is alive. And she will stay that way." He sits back and looks at me, wiping his eyes with the corner of his shirt.

"Oh my god." He clears his throat. "I-I thought she was go-gone."

"She's not." I say. "She's here."

"She should have never become a killjoy. She gets hurt to much. I can't stand to see her hurt. It hurts me." Mikey swallows. "She should just be in the band."

"We need her, Mikey." I say, gently placing my hand on his shoudler.

"She is just going to get hurt again."