dyscatastrophe

awake (frank)

i sat there in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to the hospital bed. gerard lied there, his chest rising and falling slowly. he looked so peaceful, but i was told he'd wake up soon. i sat there, studying his face for a few seconds. his temple was bruised, and his lip was bleeding. he must've been in so much pain. though he was unconscious, i still thought it was rude to stare, so i diverted my attention to the floor. i picked at the loose strings hanging from the rip in my jeans.

i had already told mikey about gerard, and he'd told elena about him, too. they were on their way to the hospital, but there was a late-night accident, so they were a bit behind.

my phone buzzed, informing me that i had five texts.

mw: alright, we're past the accident now.

mw: how is he?

mw: frank, answer me.

mw: i need to know if gerard is alright.

mw: frank, please pick up your phone.

my phone rang, breaking the silence in the room. "shit shit shit..." i muttered to myself, tapping the 'accept call' button as fast i could.

"how is he?" mikey said on the other line. he sounded frantic, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence.

"he's gonna be okay, mikey. i promise."

"what happened to him?"

"i don't know yet. he has a concussion and possible brain damage."

"oh, my god..."

"mikey, he's going to be okay."

"okay."

he hung up the phone and i looked up at gerard to see him looking back at me with a confused look on his face. "frankie?" he whispered. i stared at him, my mouth open just slightly. i wasn't quite sure what to say. his heartbeat sounded normal, but i was afraid something would happen.

"gerard..." i reached out and grabbed his hand, hearing the beeping on the monitor get slightly faster, before returning back to normal. "how do you feel?" i focused on his face, trying to understand the look he was giving me. he was confused, but he was also strangely focused on me.

"i don't know, frankie."

i smiled at the nickname he'd given me. "that's okay." my phone buzzed again. gerard looked at my pocket curiously as i picked up my phone.

mw: we're at the front desk now. be there soon.

"mikey and elena will be here any minute." i reassured him. his eyebrows furrowed and he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the door flying open. mikey appeared in the doorway, freezing when he saw his brother's condition.

"gerard, i'm so sorry."

and then i saw him, torch in hand.::.he laid it out, what he had planned.::.and then i said, "i'll take the grave".::.please just send them all my  way

                 -a car, a torch, a death - twenty one pilots (473 words)