Hello Angel, Where Are You?

Home ( figuratively )

Gerards POV***

My breath caught in my throat as I sat down and I expected to hear the worst.

Frank Anthony Iero Jr. is dead, the doctor would say.

There was nothing else we could do, he would explain.

He would say he was sorry for our loss, and tell us to take as long as we need with him.

But, I did not get that response.

" He's going to live, for sure. But like I said, there's some bad news. "

I sighed with relief, bad news or not, he was alive.

" It's going to take a while for him to recover, obviously. The thing about his rib though, its not going to heal as well as we need it to. He might need surgery. But only time will tell until we know for sure about it. "

He paused, looking at Mikey then me.

" How long do you think?" Mikey asked him, taking the words right it of my mouth.

" Maybe a week, five days. Chances are he's probably going to need it. The bone's not setting right, and it could be very dangerous for him if it stays the way it is. Any other questions?" He asked.

" Is there any other major injuries?" I inquired, crossing my legs.

" He has stitches on his head, but once it heals completely they will barely be noticeable. Other then that, there's nothing very major, a few bruises and scrapes. " he nodded.

"Is he awake?" Mikey asked.

The doctor shook his head. " No, he should be waking up in an hour or two. You guys can go in now. "

" Thank you so much. " I told the doctor, standing up. He smiled and nodded, and gestured towards the room.

" Of course. " he started to walk away.

Mikey stood up next to me, and took a deep breath. " Surgery.." he breathed out, walking over to the door slowly, me trailing behind.

" Surgery. " I confirmed, my voice quiet. Moiks reached for the door handle and opened it slowly, and we walked inside.

Frank looked dead.

Like, dead. Absolutely pale, absolutely still. He did not stir, did not move a muscle. You had to stare at his chest to watch him breath. There were dark bags under his eyes. I stepped closer to the hospital bed tentatively.

Some of his hair was cut away so they could stitch up the cut on his head like the doctor had told us. His face looked sad. And tired. I sat down next to Frank in one of the chairs. I took his limp hand and held it, and pressed it to my cheek. Mikey sat down on the other side, silent like me.

A thin blanket was laid over Frank's body, obscuring my view from seeing what his side was looking like now that the rib was placed back in his body, but not completely set.

I stared at his angel face, finally trying to get myself to believe that he was here, ALIVE.

I began to tear up. Mikey smiled on the other side of the bed, as I laid my head down on the bed, still holding Frank's hand tightly. I coughed as more tears came, smiling too.

Frank was home.

--- Around 2 And A Half Hours ---

It was 3:23 a.m.

I was falling asleep in segments, waking up every twenty or so minutes. It felt like hours really, but the moment Frank woke me up with a deafining scream, it felt like I had only been asleep for a second.

Mikey had woken up too from the looks of it, and he looked like he had had a heart attack.

Frank, on the other hand, was freaking out, trying to pull the IVs out of his wrist. he was sitting up, getting ready to bolt from the bed it looked like.

" Frank, " I said, taking his shakey hands and squeezing them tightly. " Shhhhh. Relax. "

Frank was crying, biting his lip; he looked like a child. A helpless child.

God, it broke my heart.

He let out a whimper and I embraced him instantly. He started to sob into my shoulder. I rubbed his back, trying to calm him down .

" G-Gerard.." frank whispered, sounding a bit relieved. His grip on me loosened. I let go a bit also, realizing I had a bit of a death grip on him.

" I'm here, I'm here. " I told him. Frank was quiet for a few moments, taking a few deep breaths. I looked at Mikey, who was sitting up straight waiting for me to say something. I gave him a thumbs up, still rubbing Frank's back with my other hand.

I let go of Frank and laid him back down on hospital bed. He looked even more tired then he did before. He watched me fix the IVs in his wrist, and then take his hand in mine.

" How are you feeling Frank?" I asked him quietly. He stared at the blanket still draped over his legs, then looked at his bare side, and the red, painful looking stitches where the rib had ripped through. He touched it softly, running his finger along the stitches.

" Don't touch it. " I told him, taking his hand. " I don't want you to hurt yourself and make it worse. You might need surgery as it is. "

" I w-want to go h-home.." frank whispered, rubbing his eyes ( completely innocently looking, I might add. ) .

" We can't right now, you need to get better. " mikey spoke up.

" When?" Frank looked over at him.

" We're not sure. It might take a week or two, probably even more. " mikey gave him a weak smile. " You should rest though, Frank. You need it. "

frank looked over at me. " You're s-staying here-e?" He asked. I smiled at him and nodded, and scooted the chair so I was sitting in closer to the bed. " I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. "

His mouth turned up at the corners in a smile for a moment. He laid back on the pillows and held my hand tightly as he closed his eyes. I kissed his cheek.

" Sleep tight, love. "