Take Me From The Hospital Bed (Ferard)

Chapter 2

*** THREE MONTHS LATER ***

Gerard's P. O. V.

I've been coming to see Frank almost everyday since the first day. At first I didn't know why I felt drawn to coming, but I definitely know now. Frank hasn't actually talked to me since he told me his name of the first day but he writes on his board to me every day I can come.

I walked into the hospital and straight to Frank's room. I walked in but the room was empty, so I went to the nurse's station. I could tell the nurse on duty was new by the nervousness in her eye and the fact that I'd never seen her before.

"Miss? What room is Frank Iero in?" I qustioned.

She searched her computer and gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, sir." My heart sank. He couldn't be dead. Frank can't be dead. "Frank is in the ICU. Family members only."

"His only family orphaned him and moved. I'm all he has left," I told her.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you in."

"Please," I begged, "please." She just gave me an apoogetic look and continunued her work. I sat down in the waiting room with my head in my hands.

"Gerard?" I heard a voice ask. I lifted my head to see Karina. "Why are you sitting here?"

"I'm not aloud into Frank's room."

"Why not?" she asked, appaled.

"He's in the ICU."

"So?"

"I'm not family."

"Come on, Gerard. Who didn't let you in?"

"The new nurse."

"Oh. . . come with me." Karina led me to the nurse's startion. "I'm sorry," she started, "you don't kow this yet but Gerard is the only one Frank has so he's aloud to see him."

"I'm sorry," the nurse replied.

"I'll take you to his room," Karina smiled and walked me there. She took me to Fank's room and I wakled in by myself.

I gasped when I saw Frank. Sitting down, I took in everything. Frank had an airtube down his throat, an IV in his arm and his heart monitor was beating slower than normal.

"Oh, Frank." I started crying. I may have only known Frank for a few months but he's my only friend and I love him.

I sat there for an hour before I attempted to calm myself. When I finally had I called a nurse.

"Yes?" the nurse asked, entering the room.

"What happened to him?"

She pulled out his chart. "His heart stopped last night."

"Wh-why?" I choked out.

"We don't know, sweetie, that's why he's in here."

"Will he be okay?" I whispered, looking at my lap.

"I don't know. . ." she trailed off. "I'm sorry," she apologized and left.

I just sat there and watched Frank sleep. Even sick he looked so peacful. I buried my face in my hands.

"I wish you weren't sick, Frank. I wish it were me in this hospital bed instead of you."

Suddenly I was tapped with something hard. I looked up to see Frank handing me his board.

In sloppy, hurried writing it read, "don't say that. You have a brother and a life." I looked up at him with sad eyes. He took the boared and scribbled something more.