Cancer : A MCR Story

this story was just nagging away at my brain so here it is and may have triggers... i think thats what there called... where theres stuff that you can relate to that can make you sad/angry/upset well anyway! here it is!

Gee's Pov---

i woke up when i heard a familiar squeal that is frank iero.

"frank! shut the fuck up! you woke me up!" i moaned, instead of waiting to fall back to sleep again i got up and made a bee line towards the coffee maker. i drank the coffee at an inhuman speed that only me or mikey has when it comes to coffee. when i was satisfied i walked into the small living area where ray and frank were plaing on the playstaton, i looked closer and they were trying to kill each other on call of duty. Mikey was just plucking some chords on his bass and bob was swinging at mid air with his sticks, i heard him mutter "fucking bee" once or twice but other than that everyone was busy doing there own thing. i decided to do my thing and i got my sketch pad form behind the sofa and started to sketch the first thing that came to mind. it was a young girl in a tarten kilt and she was standing over her dead fathers body covered in blood, the father had a dagger through his heart and the girl was nursing a wounded arm.

"i love how happy your drawings are" i looked up to see frank grinning with all his teeth. i rolled my eyes and kept sketching.

"shut up or you'll be in the fathers place" i warned, he just smirked, giggled and skipped off to annoy mikey. The tour bus came to a stop and brian came out from the front of the bus.

"right, guys. were in LA so be good, no groupies and get back to the bus by 7pm" brian smiled, we all nodded and we all ran off the bus.

"im gonna go look for an art store, meet you here in 2?" i asked, they all nodded and i walked away from them. i felt terrible. i wasnt going to an art store, as much as i wanted more art stuff i was going to the hospital. but if they make me go needles id rather die a slow and painful needleless death. i reached the hospital and there was an old lady at the front desk, she smiled kindly at me.

"hello, may i help you?" she asked kindly, i smiled back.

"i have an appointment. im gerard way" i whispered my name, you never know when theres gonna be mad fangirls about. i love them to bits but sometimes i need me time.

"oh yes dear. if you would like to fill theese in then Dr.Walker will be with you soon." she smiled, i nodded and walked over to the waiting area that was practically empty. i filled the sheet in asking personal details and my symptoms.

"mr.way?" a doctor came in and i stood up and followed him. i took in a deep breath wich hurt alot.

"now" he smiled when we got to the room. "what seems to be the problem?" he asked, i sighed out of habbit but it hurt.

"well, it hurts when i breath and ive been having this really bad cough and sometimes i even cough up blood. at some points my voice goes really hoarse and it hurts like hell. oh and i keep getting cramp and i keep feeling dizzy at random moments of the day" i told him, he took my papers and nodded.

"hmm... if you could lift up your shirt ill check your bronchial tubes" he said, i did as he said and i arched my back as he put the cold stethoscope on my back.

"now breath in through your nose and out through your mouth" i did as he said and ended up coughing, he took it away and put it on the other side of my back.

"if you could do the same again?" he asked, i nodded and took another deep breath through my nose and out through my mouth. i still hurt but i didnt go into a histerical coughing fit. Dr.walker sighed and sat down infront of me.

"gerard? what age are you?" he asked.

"29" i told him, he sighed.

"do you smoke?" he asked, i nodded.

"yeah but ive cut down, it hurts when i smoke now" i told him, he nodded.

"is this the first time you've been having theese symptoms or are they new?" he asked.

"well i get a rough voice quite alot but thats just cos of my job i guess. but the other stuff not really i started feeling like this about... two months ago? i never really told anyone because i didnt want to worry my band" i told him. he nodded and scribbled it down.

"im afraid that worst case scenario you may have lung cancer, but i may be incorrect so we need to send you to the cancer ward" i felt like my whole world had stopped when he said lung cancer. i couldnt help it i started to cry. not histerically or screaming just i felt the tears run. the docter gave me a sad smile before handing the paper to that nurse.

"Elaine will take you to the ward" he said. i bit my lip and walked out the room. the waiting room was fuller and people were giving me sad looks as i walked by.

"oh honey what is it?" Elaine the nurse asked. i took in a wheezy breath trying to stop my crying.

"he says i might have... c...can-" i couldnt stop myself i started sobbing again and elaine enveloped me in a hug. i cried into her shoulder and people around us were giving us looks of sympothy.

"he says you'll take me to the cancer ward" i choked out. she nodded and put an arm around my shoulder and led me to the elevator. when the elevator finally got to our leval there was a girl and im guessing her mom in it.

"mom?" the girl asked in an innocent voice.

"yes sweety" the mom asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

"why is that boy crying?" she asked, i quickly wiped my tears away. i heard the mom shh her.

"excuse me?" i felt a tug at my jacket and the little girl was standing there. "why are you crying?"

"Cindy!" the mom scolded, i sighed.

"i just got some really bad news." i told her, she frowned at me then hugged me.

"i hope you get better." the girl smiled. i smiled back, but before i could say anything there was a ding then a robotic voice said.

"Floor 8, Cancer Wards" i felt more tears pour. elaine led me out and i heard the mum give a sad sigh.

"so young" i heard her mumble. we reached a small wating room that was mostly filled with family.

"Wait here honey. i'll be right back, im just going to tell the doctors your here" she aid in a sad voice. i nodded and asked if i could phone someone. she nodded so straight away phoned mikey.

"hey gerard. where are you?" mikey asked, i sighed and bit my lip to stop the tears.

"mikey...?" i said in a hoarse voice "is the guys with you?" i asked.

"umm... yeah. gerard are you ok you sound like you've been crying." he said in a really concerned voice.

"mikey can you bring the guys to the hospital?" i asked.

"the hospital! fuck! gerard are you okay? are you hurt?" he asked, i started sobbing.

"mikey... they say i might have cancer"