Common Bodies

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[Gerard]

Afternoon-

I had completed my checklist and now I was just aimlessly pacing in the hospital waiting room.

Why do I care so much? I don't know this person.

"Mr. Way?" Someone called my name pulling me out of my thought.

"Is he okay?" My voice cracked

I guess I haven't had water since I left this morning.

"You are referring to Mr. Iero, correct?" The doctor said without expression.

"Mhm." I nodded.

"You can relax," I released my choked up breath. "You were just in time. Mild liver damage and blood loss, a few days and he should be good for bed rest at home."

"Now I need insurance information. Do you know if he has parents or where he is living?" He smiled grimly.

Great just another money grabber.

"He is a complete stranger. I found him on the street?" A wave of concern rushed over me. "Do you think he's homeless?"

"He looks to be in very poor overall health. Famished to the point that his bones are visible; it's possible".

"That's terrible, is he awake?"

"He seems to be in and out, his body is still trying to register these traumatic events. You may see him if you would like?" I nodded and followed him.

I knocked and no answer. I walked in and Iero was in the hospital bed.

His arms were patched and countless needles sticking out of him. I quivered.

I've always hated needles.

His chest rose and fell in sync with the monitor. His face was peaceful and gentle until his nose scrunched and he was awake.

"Who are you?" His kind, scratchy voice rang through my ears. I sat by the bed and took a breath.

"I'm Gerard, I found you outside and brought you here. You were a bit mangled. Do you have anyone I can call?" I spoke with enthusiasm.

His face dropped.

"I don't have anyone."

"You must have an Aunt or a-" I was cut off.

"I said I don't have anyone." He spoke harshly, "I'm alone."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I'm just trying to figure out what is going on. My dog found you in the bush and I thought you were dead. I would just like something to keep me from completely losing it."

"I'm sorry, you're right. But I really don't have anyone, my parents made me leave two years ago and no other family wants me." He looked down at his wrists. "Hell didn't even want me."

"Hey, don't say that. You seem nice enough, why wouldn't they want you?"

This question sparked fear into his eyes.

"Nevermind. Let's start over." This relaxed him. I reached my hand over.

"Hi, I'm Gerard Way. I'm 19 and an aspiring artist." He smiled and took it.

"I'm Frank Iero. I have my lucky pick and 19¢ in my pocket, I'm 17."

"Nice to meet you Frank Iero." I smiled and held the words in my mouth.