Chapter Four:
The Light Behind Your Eyes
I felt something tug at my back before I took the last step off the bridge, and darkness crowded my thoughts.
.
Did I even fall?
Why can I still think?
Am I dead?
Did the sleep medication wear off?
What's going on?
Why do I feel like I'm moving? Am I caught in the current?
It feels as if someone is carrying me. Did someone find me in the river?
Did I even fall?
Did someone catch me?
Wait, a heart beat. Is it my heart beat? It has to be, unless someone else is holding me. Who would be holding me?
Lungs, right. My lungs. Can I breath?
I try to breath in, but it burns. Not the kind of burn I'd expect from drowning. More like the kind of burn your nose and throat feel after inhaling a strong, yet satisfying, scent- only this feeling had spread to my lungs as well. Everything burns. My nose. My throat. My lungs. My arms. My legs. My eyes. Everything.
I can feel my arms? So, I'm not dead?
I feel relieved, yet disappointed. I failed to rejoin my lovely Frank, but I also haven't left Mikey.
Slowly, my breathing had returned, but in sluggish and painful gasps. My head feels like someone hit me with a croquet mallet a few times and left me bleeding.
I only know two things-
I am being carried, and I am still alive.
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The lights in this room are too bright. I can't open my eyes. Something is beeping to my right, and it's only getting more annoying. I think I hear some sort of faint weeping. I can't tell who it is though. Probably Mikey. I wonder if Ray is here.
"It's okay Mikey."
Yep. Ray and Mikey.
"Why didn't he tell me? Why didn't he ask for help?" Mikey sniffled. I heard the door open.
"Mr. Way, visiting hours are over."
"Okay. Thank you." I heard both of them shuffle out of the room, the door closing behind them.
Again, the door opened and I expected to hear some nurse scribbling down my status.
Instead, I heard whispering.
"Oh, Gerard. Why did you do this?"
Someone leaned in my bed. I felt my body tilt towards the new weight.
Why is this voice so familiar?
"Please wake up Gee."
There's only one person who's ever called me by that nickname.
"I'm here."
Is it really?
"I promise I'll never leave again."
But, he's dead.
"Just let me see the light behind your eyes, one last time?"
It can't be. That's nearly impossible.
"Please wake up Gee. Please. I love you." The voice leaned over me, and I felt soft lips peck my forehead. A few drops of water, which I assumed to be tears, fell onto my face from his cheeks.
"F- Frank?" I whispered, using every reserve of strength I had left.
"Gerard?" I heard the shock on his face without having to see it. "Nurse. Nurse! He's awake!"
The door slid open, "How are you in here? Visiting times are over. Wait, you're the psych ward kid!"
"I'm sorry ma'am. I couldn't help but see him. I'll just go. Sorry." I heard Frank get up and slip out of the door. His sneakers squeaked down the hospital hallways.
No, Frank. Stay. Please. I just got you back. Wait, psych ward?
My efforts to talk were futile, but I was able to finally open my eyes. A nurse stood over me, her name tag reading Eloise, and I realized she had just stuck a new IV in my arm.
I felt my eyes widen as I tried to pull the needle out, but the rest of my body was still numb. I couldn't move anything but my eyelids and the right half of my top lip.
They must have sedated me, but why? Was I really in that bad of shape? I don't remember falling off the bridge at all...
Maybe I did. Or maybe I'm just in bad shape from the pills.
Either way, I need this needle out of my arm before I have a panic attack, and I need to find Frank.
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Guys, these chapters hurt to write. I can only imagine reading them.
Poor Gerard, though.
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