[Gerard]
He had mass quanitities of Heroin in his system, that's what the nurse told us. I knew I had no Heroin, I'd never done it in my life. Needles weren't my thing, and this heroin had been injected with a needle.He also had a few cracked ribs, but other than that just bumps and scatches. Something was missing, a peice of the story wasn't falling into place. He had seen someone else during that time that Beth and I were arguing. Speaking of Beth, she's asleep, her head in my lap, her feet stretching out onto the small loveseat in the hospital waiting room. She's so peaceful in her sleep. I'm so lucky to have her.
Their were others in the waiting room, depsite it being 3am now, it was actually quite crowded. There was an already quite large family waiting for the arrival of what would be the sixth addition to their family-a little boy they were going to name Henry. His siblings sat around smiling and playing Uno on the floor. Their happyness contrasted the crying family across the lobby area, waiting to see if their 15 year old daughter battling severe car crash injuries had made it through the night.
I'd had hours to notice and listen to all their cries and plees, their stories, everyone of them in there. It was a hard place to be. Nurse walking by with shots at the ready, IV bags. Needles. It gave me the creeps, and I just wanted to leave, but I had to stay here for Frank, he needed his friends. The nurse had said he had no other drugs in his system, none, just the Heroin, but the left over drugs had been pain killers mostly, nothing else.
Bethany stirred in my lap,
"Gee?" She breathed, her voice mixing with panic and question at the same time.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Is he alright?" She said, sitting up and leaning her head on my shoulder. I leaned my head on top of hers and sighed.
"Well he isn't dead." I said and despite the insensitivity of my answer, she giggled.
"When can we see him?"
"I don't know baby." I told her, playing with a few strands of her long, dark hair. She sighed sadly.
"Is this my fault?" She asked.
I sat up straighter and faced her to look at me directly,
"No. This is not your fault, Bethany." I told her, but she just glanced away over the chaos of the hospital lobby.
"I feel like its is." She sighed and leaned into me, so I held her tight because she needed it.
"It's not. I promise." I whispered in her ear.
"Frank Iero's friends?" Frank's nurse showed up at the end of long hall that lead towards ER rooms, including Frank's. Beth and I stood up and I nodded towards her.
"You may see Frank now, he's a little out of it from the pain medication. But he should be coherent enough." She said quickly, walking us to his room.
"Thank you." I told her and she nodded, continuing down the hall.
Frank looked small. Smaller than usual, weakened and sad.
"Hey bud." She smiled half-heartedly, waving at him as she took a seat in the arm chair next to his bed. He nodded in response.
"You feeling alright?" I asked him, standing next to Beth's seat. He just shrugged and smiled like his picture was being taken, which made Beth giggle.
His lip was busted open, his nose bruised and as he folded the blankets down a little I could see he was shirtless with some type of bandaging tightly wrapped around his rib cage.
"Man, you look like shit." I laughed nervously.
"You're telling me." He said, still grinning like an idiot. I knew that the Heroin must still be in his body then, he was acting too odd for this to be the pain meds.
"Mind telling us what happened?" Beth said straight-fowardly.
He sighed deeply and said,
"You might want to pull up a chair. This could take awhile."
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Demolition Lovers
Fanfic*5 years ago* Bethany Lisa Wood sits in her last day of highschool-ever. She has no plans for her future. Only to get out of the godforsaken town she’d been calling home for the past 19 years of her life. She knew how she was supposed to be sad toda...
