"Because you never learned a goddamn thing...
You're just a sad song with nothing to say,
About a lifelong wait for a hospital stay
And if you think that I'm wrong.
This never meant nothing to ya."
My head hurts when I wake up, my vision is blurred and I'm in pain everywhere. There's a beep-beep that sounds like a heart monitor. Oh right... I'm dying. I can't move and I'm all alone.
What happened to me? Is Frank here? I suppose I'll have to wait for answers. In the meantime, I wanna eat shitty hospital macaroni cheese.
I ask a nurse to bring me food but she says I'm not allowed to eat yet. "Fucking bullshit," I tell her. She goes and gets me some macaroni cheese. "Thanks... and um, where's Frank?" She just looks at me. "Frank Iero?" I repeat. She shakes her head and walks off. "Wait! But... where...?" I start to panic. Why did she shake her head? "WHERE'S MY FRANKIE?!"
My heart monitor gets faster and faster and I clench my fists. I hyperventilate and throw the tray of food to the floor. "Frank?" I begin to overheat and get pins and needles in my arm. My legs are so numb that I can't feel them at all. The room spins.
Mikey walks in and I grab his shirt and pull him close to me. "Where's Frank?" He looks at me with watery eyes. "Gerard? F-Frank... He's dead..." I let go of him. I let go of everything. I can't feel anything but a ton of weight on my chest. I lean back in bed and my eyes close.
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When I wake up, I'm no longer attached to anything like heart monitors or any of that shit. Mikey sits by the side of the hospital bed and holds my hand. I look at him. He has a lump on his head, a bruise on his knuckles and a reassuring smile on his face.
"They were going to take me away from you... I, uh... encouraged them to let me stay. I had to be here... for you. I always will be here for you, like you would be for me. They're going to let me take you home," he says. "What about my car?" I ask. "Well, that's long gone..." he says. We gather my things and get in his car. He drives us home along the massive highways. "He's really gone, isn't he?" Mikey holds my hand while driving, and I let him.
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When Both Our Cars Collide (Frerard)
FanficFreard. Slight part of Waycest, it was dare. Sorry. Very fast paced. Love stuff and sad love stuff. Yay description of story. It is finished. I spent ages working on it and it is still s**t.
