Diseased [Frerard] [Petekey]

Chapter 27

Gerard-

Frank's story: inclusive of a brother, happened roughly two years ago late at night, had a bridge.

"Wait, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but was this in Belleville?" I choked out.

My stomach flipped when he nodded yes. There was one bridge in Belleville.

"Was this before or after that thing that made them reconstruct the bridge?" I asked.

It was a test. No one knew about the accident but the police, medical professionals, and Mikey. I was charged with nothing because no one else was hurt. We payed a fine for being reckless, but that was about it.

"This was the accident. I never knew the brother, but, like me, he didn't want the story on the news. Do you want to hear about it?" he offered.

I felt sick to my stomach. It had to be a coincidence. I would have known if I hit a kid. 

"Did it hit him?" I questioned, trying to hold back whatever I'd eaten.

"No, we were on the bridge and he was standing in a part where that old ass bridge crumpled", Frank answered.

"Oh," I said faintly.

It didn't help that it was raining so hard that water streamed in the gutters designed to help the water be put off into a nearby water system. I didn't like water all that much. Small doses was enough for me. 

I stood up to see if it would help, but it made it worse. I was lightheaded and dizzy.

Coincidence. Coincidence. Coincidence.

Murder. Murder. Murder.

I stepped back, and without realized it, my foot had found no grass- just air- and I fell back into one of the gutters full of shallow rushing water. It would never be deep enough to drown me, but I began shrieking anyways. 

I felt petty in that moment. A panic attack had kicked in at the thought of even killing a younger kid. Before stupidly passing out in the gutter, I began to murmur to myself repeatedly.

"Doctor. Doctor. Doctor. No. No. No. Water! Water!" I gradually became louder as I babbled. 

Frank was freaking out above me, and then everything went blurry and dark. 

Frank-

What the fuck was going on? Was this one of the panic attacks? Why did they change every single time? What even triggered this? Last time, it was an ambulance siren. Now it was talking about the past? I don't know, I wasn't experienced.

I knew I had to call Mikey.

I spammed his phone with calls, but he just ended all of them prematurely. Why wasn't he answering? Could he be with Pete?

I dialed Pete's number too. He sent it to voicemail the first time, but the second time, Mikey answered with words of wisdom.

"What do you want, shitbag?" he snarled.

Gerard must have told him.

"Gerard just had a panic attack, and I don't know why or how to get him out of this gutter, but-" I began to babble.

"Wait, he's in one of the gutters? Where are you while it's raining outside?" he  screamed out. "Stop tainting my brother."

"Cemetery Drive, about in the middle. We're the only people here, you should see us", I informed him.

"I'm on my way, but you need to get him out of the god damn water", he demanded.

"It's not deep enough to drown him", I told him, knowing my weak arms couldn't pull him out. I was pretty muscular, but this man was several inches taller than me.