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

Chapter Thiry-Two: Keep on Keeping on

Gerard's POV (Continued)

A week and a half. That is how long we stay in the hospital before Mikey wakes up. Pierce had to go through plastic surgery to fix the part of her face that was 'broken'. I am  with Pierce when Mikey comes to. I still haven't gone farther than a couple feet into Pierce's room. I don't know why I am so afraid, but I am.

"Gee." The moan sounds and my eyes flick open. "Gee." It's coming from my brother's room. Mikey needs me. I turn around and sprint out of the room, leaving my wife and best friends with Pierce. I enter my brother's room and see him sitting up, fully awake. He smiles when I enter the room.

"Hey Mikey." I smile.

"Hey, bro." I walk up to the side of his bed and scoot a chair up.

"How are you?"

"I'm alright."

"You scared me."

"I...I don't-" He starts.

"Don't what?"

"I don't remember anything from before we...."

"....crashed?"

"Nothing of that day at least."

"I'm sorry." I say. "It's not uncommon. In a crash like that." Mikey shifts his legs and freezes. I know he's felt the lack of leg on the left side.

"Gerard." He whispers, afraid to pull the sheet back. "Gee. Tell me I didn't..."

"I can't Mikey. They had to-"

He doesn't let me finish. "No. No, no, no. NO!" He shakes his head. "No, it can't be true. No."

"Mikey-" I begin.

"Gee, please. How?" He asks, on the verge of tears. "How did it happen?"

"You're leg....it got crushed in between the dash and the seat. There was a piece of.....metal and it cut deep. They couldn't save it. I'm sorry."

Slowly, his hand shaking, Mikey pulls back the white sheet. When he, and when I, see the red stumb sticking out from underneath his hospital gown. His hands rise to his mouth.

"Oh my god." He whispers. "Am I? Are they going to?" He doesn't finish.

"Mikey? Are they going to what?"

"Are they....are they going to...are they going to make me a prosthetic?" He asks, beginning to shake. I look at him. My brother. My tough little brother.

"Yeah. I bet they will."

"It'll be painful."

"I can only imagine."

"What did I do, Gee?" He asks, staring into my eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"What did I do?" He asks. "I never did anything and yet I am the one who can have a child, who gets in car accidents. God must be punishing me for something."

"No." I sigh. "No, Mikey. You didn't do anything. Karma's a bitch."

"Isn't that the truth." He chuckles a little. Suddenly, the smile is wiped from his face as he looks back up at me. "The baby. It didn't survive did it?"

I swallow. "No. Mikey, I'm sorry. It couldn't have. Not in a crash that took off your leg."

He nods, a solemn look on his face. "We tried....so hard." He twirls the sheets between his fingers. "You can't say that God has to punishing my some how. We gave the first one away and now we just can't keep one. At all" He sighs. "Maybe we aren't supposed to have kids. Maybe it's just God hating us."

"Mikey." I say. "It's just fate. You'll have kids. I know you will. You can do it. I promise."

"Months. Maybe years." He says, and at first I am confused. But then he continues. "It'll take me months to learn how to walk again. Months. We aren't supposed to." He clears his throat. "We are not supposed to have children."

"Mikey, please-" I start.

"No!" His eyes fill with tears. "Lyn-z is pregnant. I-I can't." He looks down. "She's pregnant. Frank has kids. You have kids. I must be cursed or something."

"No. Mikey listen, you're not. You'll get it soon. I promise." He begins to nod. And there is a scream. A  bloodcurdling scream. From the next room. Pierce.