I quickly sat up on the Way's couch, breathing heavily. My heart ached once more as I thought of Gerard and how beat up he was. That was just a dream right? He's fine?
I sit up, Gerard's final words in my dream (?) replaying through my mind. 'I'm {not} okay, I promise.' It was certainly catchy, I'd have to use that.
I quietly make my way into the basement to check on G, my soft footsteps the only sounds in the house.
I don't see his outline in the blankets and panic fills my veins, my heart pounding in my throat as I quickly find the light switch. My anxiety makes an appearance when Gerard doesn't and I quickly run out of the house to find him, not caring that it was raining, not caring that I was only in shorts and a baggy shirt.
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My feet hurt from running barefoot on the cool, wet concrete and my lungs hurt mostly just because I ran the entire way to the park and I normally wasn't one for running.
I look around frantically for any sign of Gerard when I see a crepuscular silhouette lying on the ground. I quickly run again, calling his name.
"El?" His hoarse voice asked gingerly, looking in my direction.
"Yes, yes, it's me. Are you okay? What happened? Why are you in the park at... At.... Whatever time it is.... In the morning?!" I ask, worried. I kneel down beside to him, cautiously checking him for any injuries.
"I'm fine, El. I just... I got a little /too/ drunk and I guess I passed out," he mumbled while looking to the bark covered ground, clearly ashamed. "Are you okay? Its freezing out. Why are you here? Why don't you have shoes or a coat on?"
I sighed, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug. "No, I'm not fucking okay. I'm seriously not o-fucking-kay. You had me worried sick, Gee. I ran out as soon as I noticed you weren't there." I said, crying softly.
I see him frown and he wraps his arms around me, gently kissing my head, "I'm sorry, El. Really. I'll do my best to stop drinking. For you, and Mikey, and everyone else." He murmurs trying to make me feel better as I just nod, crying into his shirt. He sighs and picks me up, carrying me back to the house where he gives me dry clothes to wear before we go to bed and fall asleep, cuddling.
The only thing I heard the next morning before fully conscious was the quiet shuttering of a phone camera.
