Frank held Gerard, rocking slowly. His breaths were faint, his eyes almost shut. The exposed part of the eye was unfocused and empty.
All his friends were there. Mikey held his fragile hand, rubbing the back.
"Mikey." He whispered.
"I'm right here, Gee." He bit back tears. Was this the end?
"St-stop crying..." He wheezed. "Not going...anywhere today..."
"Good." His brother smiled sadly. "I don't want you to leave."
Gerard's eyelids fluttered and his fingers twitched.
"What is it, honey?" Frank kissed his forehead.
"Head..." He gasped.
"Hurts?" Frank asked.
"Fuck..."
"Shh, shh, it's okay."
Later they all goofed off with a video camera like they used to do.
"Say hi to the camera!" Ray laughed, pointing it at Bob.
"Stop." He hit the camera. "Stop," again. "Stop," again. "Stop." Once more.
"Gee, the camera!" Mikey poked him.
A faint smile played on his lips. "Fuckin' camera...away..." His voice was dangerously slurred all the time.
"Mhm. There's Gerard. I knew he was in there." Mikey laughed, poking his brother with one of Bob's drumsticks.
"Ow." He coughed, smiling.
The most they could do was surround Gerard with normalcy in his final days. Try to give him a sense of his old self.
They watched old concert tapes. Gerard seemed to perk up a bit.
"That's us up there." Mikey reminded.
"I...I was in a band?" He swallowed thickly. He couldn't remember much about himself at this point.
"Oh yeah. The lead singer."
"Goddamn." He giggled.
"I don't even know who I am anymore!" Gerard gasped.
"Honey, calm down-"
"No! I don't know what the fuck is going on..." Gerard sobbed.
The fan had left awkwardly at this point, seeing his idol fall apart before him was too much.
"Shh, Gee. It's okay." Frank knelt down before him, embracing him tightly. Gerard cried into his shoulder.
"I don't know who I am..."
