Mikey's P.O.V:
As soon as Dad was out cold, I grabbed Gerard's hand as Mum called the emergency services. I tried to keep Gerard conscious as they arrived. "Focus on me, you'll get through this." I said to him, poking his face as his grey eyes rolled back and focused somewhere on my face. "Mikey..." he whispered faintly as Mum went to open the doors, panicking. As Gerard's eyes drifted in and out focus, I reached for my phone and called Dan.
Dan's P.O.V:
Phil and I were lying on my bed, sweating. "That was good." he said. "Yeah." I agreed breathlessly. "You wanna go again?" Phil asked, picking up the controller. "Oh you're on. I'm not going to let you beat me this time. Rainbow Road is the easiest race track there is in Mario Kart!" I said. My phone buzzed as Green Day's American Idiot blared out. I dived for it and saw that Mikey was calling me.
"What's up?" I said, slamming the buttons on the controller. "Dan! Me and Gerard got home after you dropped us off and I dropped my phone and Dad is-was-whatever!, He was drunk and Gerard and I locked ourselves in Gee's room but Gee told me to hide under his bed and let Dad in and now Gerard's been stabbed and Dad's unconscious and Mom's calling the emergency services and I don't know what to do Dan!" Mikey said.
I'd never heard his accent that pronounced before. He'd said something at lunch and we'd stated laughing at it but now he was terrified. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, calm down okay? Are you still at home?" I said as Phil looked at me concerned. He told me that they were still at home, upstairs and in Gerard's bedroom, first one as you came up the stairs. "I'm on my way. We'll be there soon, I promise Mikey!" I said, ditching the controller and grabbing my keys.
"Where are you going?" Phil asked, pausing the game. "To Mikey's. Gerard's been stabbed. By their dad." I said, pulling my shoes on. "I'm coming too." Phil said, turning off the TV and grabbing his phone. "Well get your pastel ass in gear then!" I said as we sprinted out the door. We leaped in the car and drove down the streets, This Is Gospel playing fairly loudly. It seemed like the perfect song as we pulled up. An ambulance was in the driveway and we heard loud talking. Phil and I ran inside. "Mikey?" I yelled. "Up here guys!" Mikey replied and we ran up the stairs. When we got up, the paramedics stood up with Gerard on a stretcher and ran out of the room. The woman I assumed to be Mikey's mother Donna Lee followed them, as we pulled Mikey from under the bed and ran after them.
"There's only room for one." the paramedic said to the four of us. "Mom, you go. I'll go with Dan and Phil." Mikey said, pushing his mother towards the open doors. "Okay. Love you." she said, kissing Mikey on the cheek and jumping in. The three of us dove into my car with Phil and Mikey in the back seat. We drove down the highway, following the ambulance as close as we could. I could hear Mikey crying into Phil's shoulder as I turned a sharp corner. We arrived at the hospital and as they pulled Gerard from the vehicle, we jumped out and ran in with them. I looked at Gerard. He was paler than a sheet and there was blood all over his shirt and jacket. He mumbled something so faintly that it was lost in the rush of air passing him.
Mikey's P.O.V:
I was terrified. Gerard had always been my protector, since we were babies and now, I might have lost him all because I didn't stand by him and fight. No, I hid under the bed like a coward and watched my best friend get stabbed by the man we called our father. I was shaking like a leaf and it was only when Phil wrapped his arms around my shoulders that I stopped shaking. As they wheeled Gee into the OR, Mum, Dan, Phil, and I sat down.
"What happened Mikey?" Phil asked, hugging me tightly. "We-we got home and I dropped my phone on the stairs and D-D-Dad was drunk so he chased after us. We locked ourselves in Gerard's room where we called you, Mom, and then... after that... he told me to hide under his bed and moved the chair. Dad picked the lock with the knife and then he burst into the room and attacked Gerard. He stabbed him in the stomach... the knife went to the hilt." I cried, still half-shivering.
Dan took off his jacket and put it around my shoulders. "T-T-Thanks." I said. "Mikey, hun... who are these guys?" Mum asked politely. "I'm Dan." Dan said, extending his hand. "And I'm Phil. We met Gerard and Mikey today." Phil said, pulling Mum into a hug. "Oh, okay. You seem like nice boys." she said. "Thank you. We try our best." Dan replied as Phil comforted me. His hugs really are the best. I felt my breathing slow down and the tears subside. "You alright now?" Phil asked. "I'm okay. Thanks Phil." I said, hugging him back. "No problem." he replied, grinning. His smile was contagious because soon, Mum, Dan and I were all grinning, despite not knowing if Gerard was going to survive or not. Then a doctor came out and called Mum over. She got up and walked over. They muttered in hushed voices and Mum's face lit up. She practically floated over to us. "They said Gerard will be okay! He just needs a blood transfusion and some stitches. The knife missed his heart and any major nerve or artery." she smiled.
Once again... sorry about the shitty ending guys. I really am sorry. My writing has been getting worse lately. I hope you still like it.
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Evermore- Phan
FanfictionSixteen year old Phil loves pastels. Sixteen year old Dan is a punk. Phil loves pinks and blues while Dan loves blacks and greys. When they fall in love on Skype, will they learn to accept each other?