Malignant

Chapter Twelve

Hello everyone! It's been over a year and I deeply apologize! I've been in a major depressive episode and was not into writing. Well, guys gals and non-binary pals, I'm back! This book is getting FINISHED! Hope you enjoy!

 I'm talking to my mom. She's explaining to me about what's happening at home, with Mikey and Ray. I pretend I'm listening, even though I don't care. I want to go back to Frank, to make sure he's okay.

"Gerard! ROSY! COME HERE, QUICK!"

I turn around, and there's a nurse shouting at us. I see the other people in the waiting room look at us. I don't even think of my mom. I run as fast as I can to Frank's room. There are wires hooked to him, an oxygen mask on his mouth with a pump, and tons of doctors. Dr. Coma is giving him CPR, and there are monitors connected to him. The heart line is slow, about 20 beats per minute. He's dying.

"Frank! No, please, no!"

I run next to his bed and grab his hand. The notebook I left him is open on the floor, and I notice a small paragraph with my name next to it. I pick it up with my one hand, making sure to hang on to his other, like I can keep him alive.

"Gerard, I'm so sorry you've had to watch me go through this. We should've never fallen in love. I love you, though. I know I'm dying, I can feel it. I don't know if I'll go today, tomorrow, or right now while I'm writing this. But, if I could live longer, if I didn't have a death day, I'd marry you. I love you so much, Jer. I know I'm going to go, but I wish I could have a few more years with you. Love, Frank"

I finish reading, tears blinding my vision. Before I realize what's going on, there are sirens blaring, a loud long beep. Dr. Coma pushes me out of the way, making me let go of Frank's hand. A nurse runs into the room with a defibrillator. I can't watch them. My mom takes me outside the door, but I'm still looking in.

I need something, I need him. But I don't have him. I try to block out all the sounds, but they're now all faint. I hear the electric charges, the doctors yelling. I feel my mom hug me as I scream for him. I try to push through the pain, ignore the hospital sounds, the begs for Frank to live.

I see the doctors give up, put the cold stethoscope to his heart one last time. But I can't give up that easily. I look at my mom with the tears in my eyes, and she understands. She talks to Dr. Coma, and I cry with even more strength. I feel if I scream and cry hard enough, if I try, he can try too. He can come back.

Dr. Coma punches on his heart, my mom helping him any time she can. They're trying for me. Dr. Coma tells my mom to continue doing chest compressions. He gets his stethoscope and puts it to Frank's heart.

Dr. Coma smiles. He looks to me. I know they've heard me screaming, but I don't care.

"Gerard, I believe luck is on your side today. I hear a heartbeat. He should come to in a few minutes."

I run back into his room and go to his bed. I grab his hand, and I can see his chest moving with each breath he takes. I feel him squeeze my hand back.

"Frank! You- you died, you were gone. I thought I'd lost you for good!"

He opens his eyes and looks at me. His bright blue orbs stare at me, happiness in their eyes.

"I'm sorry Gerard."

"You're fine, Frank. I-I read your note. You won't go today, tomorrow, or ever. You will live, and we can get married one day. I love you, and I don't regret anything. I love you."

"I love you t-"

I don't let him finish. I press my lips onto his and take in his lifeful breaths. And we stay there like that for a while, kissing each other. I breathe out in between kisses the words 'I love you' and we collapse onto his bed, holding each other and smiling. I have to keep my promise. He has to live.