Cancer : A MCR Story

Chapter 1

Mikey's pov----

i dropped the phone. frank,ray and bob were giving me concerned looks. i slid down against the wall and started to cry. he cant die, he's my brother, i need him. ray helped me up.

"mikey? whats wrong?" he asked, i blinked back tears.

"its gerard..." i cried, ray gave me a hug.

"whats wrong? where is he?" he asked, i sighed and grabed my bag.

"we need to get to the hospital, ill let him tell you" i told them. they gave me another concerned look.

"what! is he ok" frank asked obviously panicing. i just got into a taxi and the guys joined me in it.

"st.thomas' hospital" i said in a shaky voice to the cab driver. he just grunted and sped off. atfer 5 minutes of restless legs and biting lips we finally arrived at the hospital. thankfully there was no paparazzi there. there was a blonde bimbo at the reception and she was chewing on some chwing gum.

"excuse me? can i help you?" she asked in a bored voice.

"im here for my brother, gerard way" i asked, she typed something into the computer.

"floor 8 room 6" she said in a monotone voice. i didnt bother to thank her and made a bee line to the elevator. frank pushed the lift button like always and i clicked floor 8.

"are you going to tell us what's wrong yet?" bob asked, i shook my head.

"no, i'll let him tell you" i replied in a sad voice. there was a ding and before anyone could say anything i ran out. i heard the guys behind me but i just didnt care.

"can i help you?" an old lady asked with a kind smile.

"how do i get to room 6?" i asked. the girl frowned.

"your here for gerard? he's such a nice boy, such a shame. well follow me" she sighed. i nodded and we all followed her, we were led into a hallway with 6 doors, she opened the first one and gerard was sobbing on the bed. my heart broke.

"oh gee" i sighed, he looked up at me and his face was all blotchy and red from crying. i ran to him and enveloped him in a hug, i felt him sob into my shoulder.

"can someone please tell me whats going on?" frank asked, gerard pulled away.

"you didnt tell them?" he asked, i shook my head.

"no, i thought that you should tell them" i told him truthfully, he sighed but nodded.

"i have lung cancer... i might not survive" he cried. Frank, Ray and bob all gasped and ran to hug him.

"gee... you said might. i know you will." frank promised but he sounded alittle unsure. gerard managed a small smile.

"thanks" gerard smiled. the door opened and a doctor walked in.

"oh, i see you have visitors, would you like the news now or would you prefer that we wait" the doctor asked. gerard shook his head.

"they're my family, we do everything together." gerard said in a shaky voice.

"ok then. unfortunantly i have bad news. the cancer has already spread. we can try chemotherapy but im afraid that chemo only has a 1 in 10 chance of working. im sorry" i started crying. gerard was in shock. frank was screaming. ray was speechless. bob was shaking his head in disbelief.

"im... im gonna die?" gerard asked, the doctor sighed.

"unfortunanty yes. but we can do trial chemo to see if that works or at least increses your life" he sighed. gerard nodded.

"can i get trial chemo? they need me... and i need them" he cried. the doctor nodded and left the room. as soon as he left a enveloped gerard in a hug. i cried into his shoulder and i felt him pat my back.

"it'll be ok..." he tried to sooth me.

"no! it wont! gerard fuck! you cant leave!" i cried. he just looked down when i pulled away.

"im gonna phone brian..." ray said whilst walking out the room.

"im gonna puke..." frank said before rushing into the small bathroom. bob just sat there muttering no every few seconds. frank came back out looking really pale.

"please dont go..." frank started crying and ran to gerard ad cryed into his chest.

"Believe me, i dont want to. but maybe it's my time. im gonna join the black parade, i wonder if we'll be there?" gerard laughed alittle. frank just clung to him like a safty blanket. ray came back in looking pale aswell.

"he wants to speak to us." ray put the phone on loud speaker.

"guys?" brians voice came through the reciever.

"hi" we all said in small voices.

"ok, im also upset with this news. gerard were all praying for you buddy. now we have two options, we can have a live press confrence to tell the world anytime, or we can try and keep it a secret for as long as we can. its up to you gerard" brian told us all. gerard sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"i think we should tell the fans... i mean i think they would be pretty pissed if we didnt and they found out by some sleezy pap." gerard said, i think that aswell. i mean like freddie mercury, alot of people were pissed when he died a day after he told the world.

"ok, so we can have the press confrence any time?" brian told us, gerard sighed.

"the sooner the better, so tomorrow would be great" gerard sighed.

"right boys, we'll make it a live interview. i'll see you boys back at the hotel later. and gerard i hope your ok" there was a click and ray put his phone away.

Gerard's Pov---

i took my seat behind the table and there was about 30 different press people, some with cameras some with video recorders and some with only paper and pen. mikey and bob to my right and frank and ray to my left. mikey and ray were siting next to me.

"Richard Fimble of Wow Thats Rock Magazine, you started this press saying that there was urgent news, can we know what that is?" the man asked, i closed my eyes and nodded.

"yes... im afraid this is the beginning of the end. i have lung cancer... and its already spread... theres nothing they can do... so in other words im going to die" i managed to say, i opened my eyes and people were either scribbleing stuff down or looking shocked.

"when did you find out... oh, Alix Williams of Kerrang" she was barely audible.

"well i went to the hospital yesterday and the doctor said ive been living with it for two years just i never noticed or just passed it off as a commen cold... i thought that the sooner we tell our fans the better, i mean i would be upset if my hero died without telling or if he told on his death bed." i sighed. i heard frank crying next to me and mikey was shaking his head, ray had his head in his hands and bob was rocking back and forth slighlty. i felt terrible, the band was falling apart just because of me.

"brian... can we end this interview?" i whispered to him, he nodded and walked in front of the table.

"this interview has now ended, we appretiate your particapation." we got up to leave when i suddenly felt dizzy and then the world went black...