The Ghost Of You (boyxboy)

[2] I'm not okay (I promise) [Mikey's POV]

I shivered, still spooked. The nurse told me I was hallucinating, that I had imagined Pete's voice. I wasn't really in much of a position to argue, so I just went along with it, taking her stupid blanket.

I slouched, staring at the floor. I felt numb, yet I felt more pain than I ever had in my whole life.

"Mikey?"

I was so out of it that I couldn't even identify who was speaking to me, let alone answer them. Whoever it was, they had been trying various techniques of getting me to talk for quite a while. Of course, it hadn't worked - I was in no state to talk. All they had succeeded in doing was making me want to strangle them.

"Mikey, you need to go."

No. I couldn't go. I had to stay for Pete, even if it was too late. He promised we'd be together forever, he couldn't let me down now.

"I'm sorry Mikey, but you have to leave."

I wondered why they kept saying my name at the start of each sentence. They had been trying to convince me to leave since I sat down in that damned chair, I hardly expected them to start trying to convince someone else of the same thing.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged whoever it was off, sniffling. Maybe if I ignored them they'd leave me alone.

"Gerard, maybe you'll have more luck?"

I heard an irritated sigh from across the room. Footsteps walked towards me and I felt the person who sat beside me get up to make room for my brother.

"They're kicking us out. We need to leave. Now."

I inwardly rolled my eyes, unable to bring myself to actually complete the simple action. I tried to focus on the floor tiles, counting them over and over. One, two, three, four, five.

I questioned why exactly I told the hospital to ring Gerard instead of mom. He was a complete dick and wasn't happy about being dragged out to the hospital at night. At least he wouldn't tell mom about how bad I'd gotten. Sure, she'd find out about Pete, but she'd never need to know we were dating.

I stopped thinking and went back to counting floor tiles, wondering how sane I actually was. Pete Wentz had literally driven me to insanity. I imagined how he'd react if I ever told him that. He'd probably have made a suggestive joke and done that annoying, yet cute, wink and smirk thing.

No sooner than the thoughts of Pete crossed my mind, I regretted them. I choked out a sob, slumping further in my chair.

"Mikey, I'm fucking tired and cold and generally fed up, please can we just leave?"

I decided to breifly acknowledge the asshole's presence by glaring at him through angry tears. He was staring at me, his expression a mixture of boredom and annoyance. The look on his face made me angrier at him than before - the heartless fucker was acting like it was my fault that my whole world had collapsed around me.

Seeing that he'd gotten through to me, he continued. "You can't sit in a hospital corridor forever."

I went back to staring at the ground. It was a lot more agreeable than Gerard, and a lot easier on the eye. The last thing I needed right then was to have to look at my corpse-like brother. To be honest, he probably looked more dead than Pete at that moment.

Gerard sighed again, angry this time. I guess he must have been extremely hungry, though that hardly excused what he said next. "Pete's dead, Mikey, but sitting here isn't going to bring back your friend."

Before I knew what I was doing, I stood up, flinging the blanket to the ground. I towered over Gerard and pulled back my fist. His eyes widened as he realised what was happening. As he began to protest I swung, connecting my fist with his jaw.