Cutting Edge (Frerard)

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"Frank? Hello, it's Mikey. I'm calling to say Gerard ha-has been in a car crash. He's alive but barely.. call me back. Thank you."
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Gerard.

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I was running after Frank, I couldn't let him go.

I ran into the middle of the road, stopping as I saw a car fly towards me and crash into my side. Immediately it went black.

I opened my eyes a few hours later in a hospital, the staff told me I had survived a so called suicide attempt.

I sat up,  a searing pain in my left side as my monitor started beeping extremely loudly.

I screamed in pain as tears spiked in my eyes,  the pain ripping through me like I was just shot.

I was greeted later on with the pleasure of Mikey telling me Frank hasn't answered the phone. At all, he called over 20 times.  Nothing.

"When can I get out,  I need to see him."

"Gee, you tried to kill yourself. They won't let you out easily." Mikey had been crying for hours and it was so easy to tell.

"I didn't! I was running after Frank! He tried to kill himself not me!" And again, like a broken dam, tears drowned my eyes.

"He's dead Mikey, I can feel it!" I roared, my monitor getting louder and louder until a nurse rushing in was the last thing I saw before a painful stab occurred in my left arm. I hate needles, I hate fucking needles. And hospitals too.

I hate this situation more than anything.  I'm useless like this.