What A Catch.

Chapter 90

Pov Beth

I let out a scratchy scream as I force my eyes open. Nine people are watching me, right above me. There are tears on my face, and Im sure half of them arent mine. The room is white and nothing is moving except for their tears. The doctor steps away from a switch, I assume life support.

I dont say anything, I try to sit up instead.

Everyone leans forward and grabs me into a hug, wordless, still. I choke on air as some people hug harder than others. More tears fall as I feel the meaningfulness of the hug.

"Beth." Pete chokes.

I laugh through my tears as I make eye contact with each person slowly.

"Doctor, leave it, she is awake." Patrick says.

Pete makes me lie back down and I try and comprehend everything.

"Beth, I was so scared that you would die. They were about to turn off life support." Casey laughs through her tears.

I stutter a breath in.

"So emotional." Gerard says, turning away to wipe his tears and smeared eyeliner away.

"And you say we arent emo?" Frank says.

"Im glad we didnt give up on you." Gerard says, slapping Franks back.

"I think it was Patricks singing and our crying that triggered it." Mikey muses.

I study Pete. He has a cast and some bandages. I turn and look at Gerard, same thing.

"I guess we should tell you what happened after you fell into a fucking coma." Gerard says calmly.

"Can you deal with it now?" Pete asks.

I nod.

"Ill start?" Gerard asks.

"Sure." Pete replies.

"So. You passed out, they took over double what they should have and didnt replace it. The dumb fucks... Anyway. They found a way to maintain your blood and keep it alive, so they didnt need us anymore... They kicked us out into the forest and Pete carried you all the way to the road where we hitch hiked with this pretty girl, Lousisa Rose I think... Anyway, she dropped us off at the hospital and as you were still passed out they took you away immediately. We were treated within a day or two. We called the police on them and were ready to charge man slaughter but thank fuck you are alive." Gerard takes a deep breath.

"Can I?" Pete asks before continuing, "Well. The next day we were due off and you were now critical in a coma. We traded 2 days off in Paris to help you recover. Eventually we had to move on. We left you in a hospital for a week, calling up every day. When we had to move on to Canada we flew you over with us, on life support. We are in Canada right now, and, we were about to go down to Brazil and south America but we wouldnt be able to support you for much longer. So, tomorrow we leave and we were about to turn you off. We were about to kill you." Pete has to stop, full of tears.

"Ill finish." Gerard says, "so. You took almost a month to get yourself alive again. You had an opperation or two... I think there was some blood transfusion or something... It was fucking grim." He laughs sourly.

I keep my eyes locked on Gerards for a few seconds longer than I should have before I blink for a while.

"Do you want to sleep and recover to move on tomorrow?" Patrick asks.

I nod, closing my eyes again.

"You do that then. Some of the guys need to pack our stuff away so..."