Live Through This ---Frerard Fanfiction

Chapter Three: The Light Behind Your Eyes

Gerard's POV

I woke up to a bright ass light shining in my face. Not again, I thought. This was getting really old, really fast. The Chemo wasn’t working, I just knew it. Nobody was in the room, not even Frank who was always there when I woke up. Something was off about this room. It didn’t look how it usually did. My heart began to race; I was scared. A man, the doctor I was going with, walked into the room.

“Ah, Mr. Way,” he said, voice soothing, yet edgy at the same time like all doctors’ voices. “You’re awake.”

“W-where am I?” I sounded drunk. They had me all doped up, and I hated the feeling of not being in control of what happened with me. There was a tube coming from my neck and another in my arm. I was in pain despite being heavily medicated.

I heard him sigh. “You are in the UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles, California. We put you in a medically induced coma for three days after the incident with the vomiting blood.” I nodded slowly, still a little lost. “The tube in your neck is your feeding tube. We can have it removed tomorrow if you are up to eating anything, though you will be on an all liquid diet for the time being.”

This guy sounded very tired, like he had been up all night. He probably hadn’t considering he worked at a hospital. There was still one question on my mind.

I asked, “Is Frank here? Or my mom?” He held up a finger and walked out of the room. Moment later, he returned with Frank. He looked exhausted with shadows under his eyes and greasy hair. I suddenly realized how disgusting I must have looked. I really wanted to take a shower, but that probably wouldn’t happen at least for the next couple days.

“Hey, Gee,” said Frank while sitting on the chair next to me. “How’re you feeling?”

“Why did you come to California with me?” I questioned, ignoring him. He smiled and looked down. Frank sighed a little, then looked me in the eyes.

“I knew you were going to ask that,” He stated. “I told you that I was only going to help you move, but truthfully I’m staying up here to be with you the whole time.”

“The whole time? Until what?” I needed to hear him say it. Nobody else would.

“Until you get better.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, come on, Frank. We both know that’s not going to happen. Please just say it.”

He breathed in sharply. “I can’t do that, Gerard. You have a chance.”

“Bullshit!” I yelled. The heart monitor started beeping rapidly. He stroked my arm.

“Please don’t make me say it.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Not yet.” I apologized, not being able to look him in the eyes. “Hey, don’t do that.” He wiped a tear that was running down my cheek. I really wanted to kiss him and hold him and tell him that I loved him, but I couldn’t.

Frank leaned his head on my shoulder. The heart monitor, once again, let us know that my heart started to beat quickly. I tried my best to calm down and not throw something at the machine. He was breathing deeply.

“Are you smelling me?” I asked, looking down at him the best I could with a tube in my neck. My voice was still scratchy and hoarse.

“N-no.” He blushed.

“You know, the last time I took a shower was about a week ago, so if you think I smell good now, then. . .” He chuckled. “What do I smell like?”

“Rainbows,” he said, his voice very serious. I burst out laughing, which caused a terrible pain in my neck. I tried not to let him know that it hurt so much to laugh, though I knew he could tell. The doctor walked in with a nurse.