Chemical City (An Mcr Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Two (Gerard)

Gerard curled up on the couch; having plopped there last night after finding the abandoned basement full of blood, he didn't feel well enough to get back up. Sure, his brother was clearly alive at some point, but again, he had vanished from his location without a clue on where he went. The only hints of his having been there were the blood on the floor and the bloodied towels as if he had been trying to stop the bleeding. Gerard, needless to say, wasn't taking it well.

After throwing up everything in his stomach, Frank basically carried him back to the apartment where Gerard flopped on the couch and cried until his gasps for air became soft snores.

"Morning Gerard." Pete greeted somewhat hesitantly. "How are you feeling?" Gerard only shook his head and curled up even tighter, clenching the blanket around him with his fists. "Frank left with Pat and Ray a while ago so you're stuck with me for the day, alright?"

Gerard mumbled something under his breath, cursing Frank for leaving him when he needed his company. Though to be honest, Pete wasn't all that bad. Gerard just liked Frank more and everyone else wasn't much help with his situation except for Frank. Somehow the man was able to make Gerard laugh and feel himself when others (Except for Mikey) Couldn't.

"Are you hungry? Want anything to eat, drink, whatever?" Gerard shook his head, causing Pete to frown and place a hand on his hip. "Come on Way, a piece of toast won't kill you. You know what? I'll make bacon too. Bacon is good, right?" The lack of response made Pete automatically think that Gerard liked bacon-which he did, but still. Gerard lay his arm limbly over the side of the couch while Pete cooked bacon and toast or whatever.

Pete was singing something Gerard hadn't heard before but he listened intently. Pete didn't have a better voice than Frank, far from it actually, but Gerard had to admit that the man could sing. Dozing off, Gerard tried to memorize the words which came from Pete but ended up asleep before they could bury themselves in his head.

"Gee-Gee." Gerard jumped awake, his heart hammering in his chest before his gaze rested on Pete and the food placed in front of him. Sighing, Gerard rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair before looking at Pete; who clearly wasn't going to leave until Gerard took at least one bite of the food before him.

"Come on." Pete coaxed. "Try it." Gerard was uncomfortable eating while Pete stared at him but he nibbled on the toast anyways to get the man away from him. Pete leaned over to pat Gerard's head in acceptance before leaving him be.

The toast actually did taste good so Gerard finished it up quickly and ate a single slice of bacon before pushing it away. The meat; whatever animal it came from, had too much fat and Gerard unfortunately didn't like to continuously chew his food so he gave up on that almost immediately. He grabbed the other piece of toast and ate that while Pete did one thing or another.

He didn't know exactly what Pete was up to since the man didn't sit still; but he was alright not knowing since Pete had been kind enough to allow everyone to crash at his place until they found somewhere to live.

"Where's Patty-oh fuck. He left. That's right. Shit. What was I looking for again...? Oh. That. Thanks. Okay. Now what?" Pete muttered to himself and Gerard as well as he rushed through the apartment. Pete, Gerard noticed. Talked to himself often. Sometimes it was scoldings and others...Pete would just be Pete.

Gerard rested on the couch again while Pete fiddled with the radio; which everyone seemed to be hooked on because of- "...Mical City. I urge you to stay indoors as the Black Masks are patrolling with higher numbers and killing first with questions later..." The usual tangled voice said through the radio. Gerard flinched a little but quickly relaxed since it was only Static as they had called him-or her. The voice was too distorted to read.