Stage 4 Fear Of Dying ✔ (Frerard)

//Chapter 13\\

"All these miles just to get back home."

Frank's POV:

"Frankie?? Wake up. We got way too drunk last night. Frank??" I could hear Gerard next to me. But it seemed distant.

"Frank??" He lifted himself up and hovered over me. "Frankie are you okay??" He asked, concern and worry evident in his eyes.

I wanted to respond. To tell him no. I'm not okay. I can barely hear him. He's right above me but he's blurry. I can't move, I feel so weak. I can't breath properly. I know something's wrong. My lungs collapsed. They must have. But I wasn't in pain like I was expecting. In fact it didn't hurt that much at all. I just couldn't breathe and it was scarily frustrating. My mouth gaped to try and tell Gerard but now words came out. It felt like something was stuck in the back of my throat.

"Frankie??" Gerard asked again, this time putting his hand on my cheek.

That was a mistake. Because that's what set it off. What was stuck in my throat wasn't stuck anymore. Blood. So much of it. And it was watery like the fluid from my lungs had blended with it. It hurt now. Gasping for a breath that wouldn't come and clawing at the nearest thing, which was Gerard, I hauled myself up and another flood made it's way out of my mouth.

"Oh my god Frank!! I...I...what do I do Frank?? I can't...I don't know what to do!!" Gee was bawling hysterically above me and in the back of my mind I felt sorry for him. He was just as scared as I was at the fact that he couldn't help me.

Everything I needed to cough or throw up had been done and now I lay limp and exhausted in Gerard's arms. I was crying with Gerard. I don't cry often. But it didn't matter. It didn't change the fact that I still can't breathe. It didn't change the fact that I was going to die. Today.

"Frankie?? What can I do??" Gerard sniffles as he cradled my body and stroked my hair.

"Let...let Ray...and...Mikey know. They deserve to...know."

"Let them know what Frank?? I don't understand."

"Yes...you do. You just don't...want to...admit that it's...finally happening."

"I...I..."

"Please...let them know."

"Okay. Okay, hold on Frankie. I'll let them know. I'll be right back okay?? I love you."

"Love...you too."

He laid me back down gently and went next door to where Mikey's room was. Ray was with him. I could hear his oblivious laughter. It was nice to hear. And then I heard them talking. Asking Gerard what was wrong. I was about pass out again. My vision was going black and white, in and out. But I heard Gerard. He let them know. And there was no easy wat to say it so he just said it. Just like I told everyone I was dying at the group therapy. The first day I met him. Blunt and straightforward.

Simply.

"Frank's about to die."