Cancer

Two

*Gerard*
It's been a few days since the 'bathroom incident' and Mikey still doesn't want to talk about it. I know I'm pestering him , but I'm genuinely concerned about it. Whatever it is. I decided I needed to confront him about whatever was hurting him.
    I ran up the steps where Mikey was reading something on his laptop in his room. I knocked in the already opened door before entering. I didn't want to come off too blunt, so I stayed quiet for a minute thinking through what I was gonna say.
"We need to talk."
Well, there goes my plan for being "subtle" to say the least. He looked at me with horror in his eyes and slowly got up. This is going pretty well, he's actually cooperating. Before I could build up any more confidence though, he dove out the window, running down the street. Oh no, he is not going to win this time. I jumped out after him, and follow him down the empty road. The cement was being extra harsh on my bare feet as I ran. Stopping about half way down the street I remember that I don't run. I turn around completely out of breath and head back towards the house.
   I still need to know what's bothering him, it was bugging me that he wouldn't say. Was it Pete? Did they break up? Was he receiving unneeded hate? Was he getting sick of always being with the band? Was it me?
I let my thoughts wander until I reached the house.
It was only Mikey and I, we decided it would be easier on both of our wallets if we just stayed together. But the two of us was just fine, or so I thought.
  A couple minutes later, Mikey finally returned back, running up the stairs as soon as he entered the house. I knew he didn't want to talk to me, but I hope he was talking to someone. I needed to stop worrying about him, he's a grown man that can take care of himself. I focus my gaze back upon whatever was playing on the television.
    I was interrupted from the boring show when a familiar song started playing. I looked around to find the source of the sound when my eyes landed on Mikey's phone.
"MIKEY, YOUR PHONE IS RINGING!" I called upstairs, already knowing he wouldn't come down. I looked down at the ID to see who was calling, unknown number, lit through the screen. Why was an unknown number calling him?
"Hello?" I answer, almost immediately regretting it.
"Hi, is this Mikey Way?" A female voice responded, maybe a fangirl.
"Uh no, this is his brother, may I ask who is speaking?" I say with as much politeness filling my voice as possible without sounding fake.
"This is Dr.Sharpe, I just want to consult Mikey about chemotherapy." She said in a monotone voice. Chemotherapy- like the thing people who have cancer use. Why would Mikey need that? He's perfectly fine...
     "Uh...what?" I say in a worried voice.
  "On Monday Mr. Way came here due to an accident that happened at one of his shows." I nod, remembering he fell off the stage during "I'm not okay." We were all worried, Frank took him to the hospital, but we were all told to leave him be. "Well, he was found to have Acute Lymphoblastic leukemia. Or ALL blood disease."  I couldn't describe the emotion I was feeling. Upset, hurt, scared, betrayed, none of those were enough.
"Okay, I'll tell him to call you back" I say in a weak voice.
"Thank you, have a nice day." She said as the line went dead, signaling that she had hung up. Nice day, yeah like that was possible anymore.
"Who was it?" Mikey asked coming down the stairs. Shit
"Uh...it was some fangirl who got your number." I lie, hoping with every ounce he would believe it.
"Okay,thanks" he said causing an awkward tension to erupt. I just stared at him, hoping he would tell me the truth, but I knew no matter how much I stared, it wouldn't happen.
"So uh, I'm gonna go over Pete's house" he said pointing towards the door.
"Wait, catch" I said tossing him his cellphone.
"Oh yeah, thanks" he said, and headed out the door.

* shout out to EggGodNumber1 for this chapter*