"Ana!!!"
Frank runs to her room. Empty. He races through all the rooms. Empty. Empty. Empty.
Everyone's at lunch.
He grips the paper tightly, and slides around the corner.
Where where where.
__________Ana's head rolls against the shelf, her vision fading in and out.
"I'm sorry." Gerard says softly, running his fingers through her hair, "But Frank has to pay."
She can't respond. The pill is moving through her blood-stream. An awful place to die.
A supply closet.
__________Frank runs outside, looking everywhere. Trying to find them. No one has seen Gerard or Ana.
And he's running out of time.
__________"I really did love you, Anastasia. But I love Mikey more."
"OCD." She gasps, "You're to-too obsessed with protecting your brother."
"Of course I am." Gerard snaps, "He's the only one I've got, well had. He's dead now, Ana. Because of your little boyfriend. And I couldn't...couldn't protect him. I couldn't protect Mikey."
__________The infirmary. Past the supplies. To solitary confinement.
__________"Kiss me, again."
Ana slumps toward Gerard who chuckles.
"The least I could do, as you are dying."
____________Bathrooms. Check in. Waiting rooms.
__________Gerard looks at his watch.
"30 more minutes, my dear."
__________Reception. Thearpy. Cafeteria.
Frank passes the South Wing supply closet and hears a scraping noise. He tries to open it.
Locked from the inside.
__________"It seems he's found us."
__________Frank places the paper down and arms his shoulder against the door.
It gives slightly, but not enough. He does it again, splintering the wood. The door is groaning in protest pd each push.
It finally swings open and Frank frantically picks the paper up.
"Stop, Gerard!!!"
__________Ana's eyes are going blurry. She sees Frank's figure in the doorway.
__________Gerard laughs.
"You've come to save her with a piece of paper? Is it a love note?"
"Mikey isn't dead."
The oldest Way growls, "Don't."
"It's true. He isn't dead, Gerard!! Listen to me!!"
"Why should I believe you? S he only has minutes left. You might as well say goodbye."
"Look."
Frank shoves the paper at Gerard, who studies it, his frown deepening.
"Y-You could've done this yourself."
"But I didn't, and you know it. That's not my handwriting."
"He's DEAD!! I WATCHED THEM TAKE HIM OFF LIFE SUPPORT!!"
"HE'S NOT DEAD, GERARD. YOU SEE THE PAPER. WHY WOULD I FAKE THAT?!"
"But..but.."
All the color in Gerard's face drains as the alarm on his watch goes off.
The paper flutters to the ground. The front and back are covered in a penciled sentence.
"Save my brother."
___________"ANA!!!"
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