(A/N) I promised more fic! Yay! So here it is. I left the last part on a cliff hanger and sorry I had to do it again. Anyway this is quite long compared to my usual chapter size because I got carried away. Hope you like it! The next part will be up soon :D x
Beep, beep, beep! What is that awful droning noise? I turn over and attempt to ignore it. Wait! What? I’m lying down in a bed. Where am I? Confused, I jerk my body up to work out where I am. A sudden rush of pain travelled through my body. Collapsing back on to the bed I felt several wires attached to my body, then I realised what the beeping was before. Remembering what had happened who knows how long ago, I realise that I am in hospital.
After I’d panicked due to my unknown surroundings I began to feel drowsy and eventually fell asleep. I must’ve been asleep for a few hours because I was woken up around 6.00 in the evening by a nurse coming in to check up on me. I still didn’t know what day it was or how long I’d been here for. “Hello Gerard, glad to see you’re awake.”
“What day is it? How long was I...”
“It’s a Thursday. You’ve been unconscious for 2 days.” Then I remembered I was with Frank when it happened.
“Frank! Where is he? Is he alright?” I don’t know what I’d do if he died. He has to be okay.
“Well, your friend was injured severely. He’s in intensive care at the moment. We’re not sure what’s going to happen. I’m sorry. He’s had a very serious injury to the head, he must’ve banged it pretty hard and he was stabbed in the chest.” Tears rolled down my face.
“No!” I yelled trying to deny the fact that Frank may die. They stabbed him. If I could get hold of them now, I’d kill them. Mess with me, yeah I’m not that bothered, mess with my friends and you’re dead. “Can I see him?”
“Unfortunately, no, not yet. I’m really sorry. I’ll let you know if anything changes though. Also, someone will be here soon to discuss what happened so they can work out who the people are who did this to you.
Ugh, great. People. More people. More people to crowd around me, question me and make me feel shit. The only person on the planet I want to see right now is Frank, I just want to know he’s alright. I slowly drifted off to sleep again thinking about how much I miss Frank. Whilst I was asleep, I had a dream... Or should I say nightmare. It was that Frank and I got beat up, like what happened a few days ago. A nurse walked in and told me Frank was in intensive care. Then I sat for a while thinking about how much I missed him until another nurse entered the room looking really serious. Then the words I dreaded the most left her mouth. “Gerard Arthur Way...”
“Yes.” I replied.
“There’s something I have to tell you. Your friend Frank...” She said with a very solemn voice. I could actually predict what was coming next, so I decided I’d save her the words.
“He’s dead isn’t he?”
“Well, as you know he had severe injuries to his head. It turns out he had a blood clot in his brain. Unfortunately there was nothing to be done fast enough.”
“No! Frank!” I wept. “I loved you! I still do love you!”
“What?” A familiar voice asked. “Gerard?”
“Mikey?”
“You’re okay!” He exclaimed. “But... Why were you shouting ‘I loved you! I still do love you!’ Shit. I must’ve said that out loud in my dream. Oh wait! It was a dream! Frank’s not dead!
“Um... Basically, I had a nightmare that Frank died because he’s in intensive care.”
“Aw, Gerard. Stop worrying, I’m sure he’ll be fine. This is Frank we’re talking about. He’s not going anywhere anytime soon.”
“But... You don’t know that!” Ugh, I’m such a pessimist, I know he’s trying to make it better but I just keep thinking about the worst that could happen.
I glanced over to the door and saw someone dressed in police uniform standing there. He came into the room and introduced himself. “Hello. I’m P.C Bobert Bryar.” Haha! Bobert. That’s a great name. “I’m here to talk about the event that happened a few days ago. I need you to explain everything you can remember.”
“Okay.”
“Can you describe what exactly happened before you were attacked.”
“Well, my friend Frank and I were on the way to the music store a few blocks away from where I live. But then, three people yelled ‘faggots’ at us...”
“And then what happened?” He said gripping his pen near to the notepad ready to write every detail down.
“Well then, they started chasing us. And I was too shocked to run so Frank had to grab hold of me to make me run. And... And, then he... I tripped. They caught up to us. I hit my head. Frank tried to help me. Tried to stop them from hurting me but I was too stunned. Then just as I gained full consciousness I felt one of them, I’m not exactly sure which kick me around the head. That’s all I remember, then I saw the other two trying to hurt Frank as I hit the floor.”
After Bobert had finished writing everything down he said “Thank you. I know everything was probably a blur and a rush to you but I need you to describe the three people as well as you can.”
“Okay. I know one of them was wearing a black hoodie and had dark brown hair. It was really short though. Then one of them had a Michael Jackson T-Shirt on. He had really long black curly hair, actually I think one of his friends called him Bert. I can’t remember the other person. Oh wait! He had bright red hair. Like it’d been dyed. They looked a few years older than me so maybe about 20.”
“Thank you for sharing this information. Hopefully we can try and find these people. If you do remember any more details could you please contact a member of the police so we have more information?”
“Yeah, sure! Thank you so much.”
“You alright Gee?” Mikey asked.
“Yeah, I just want Frank to be okay. It’s all I can think about. You know how I feel about him and right now I feel like someone’s repeatedly stabbing me in the heart. I just don’t want him to die. He doesn’t even know how I feel about him. I need him to know, he can’t just die.”
“I know Gee. He’s one of my best friends, even I don’t know what I’ll do if we lose him.” He said whilst hugging me. We stayed just sitting in my room in the hospital, hugging for a while. Then another nurse came in. This is like my dream. I can see what’s going to happen right now. I shot Mikey a look to show him how worried I feel.
“Gerard Arthur Way...”
“Yes.”
