Band Of The Broken

Gerard Please Live

I jolted awake by the sound of nurses whisper-shouting and scampering down the hall urgently. Three more tore down the hallway, unidentified supplies getting jostled around in their bouncing arms. I wondered who they were going to, a sharp piece of hope went out to whoever it was. Wait... ... WHERE IS GEE?! I searched the room no sign of him.

"He passed out, and... they moved him to room... 357 and I'm in 349." I mumbled and looked down, I saw a patch on my stomach and a little blood. I looked around the room and saw some clothes on a chair, I sat up and grunted slightly then stood and changed into the clothes, Gerard's leather jacket, black shirt and black jeans. I smiled to myself and paced around the room to get used to the sensitive, fresh stitching. After a while a nurse walked in urgently.

"Yes?" I questioned, he placed his hands on his knees. Catching his breath.

"Frank Iero? Um, Gerard Way's mom Donna Way. Would like to see you as a source of comfort" I nodded and he lead me to a waiting room where Donna was pacing and shaking.

"Mis Way?" The nurse asked she looked up and to me she walked closer and hugged me and started to cry, I hugged back confused as fuck. She let go and closed her eyes sighing sadly. A nurse ran into a room and helped around five doctors.

"Hey... you okay?" I mumbled she shook her head 'no' and tried to calm down, I scanned her face and saw a very familiar red hand print that torchered me for years, tearing at me. Harassing me. "I'm gonna kill him," I muttered through gritted teeth, she sighed again.

"Frank... I'm scared,"

"What do you mean?" I responded softly.

"Him... and Gee... did Gerard tell you about, the major risk of cancer? Because this wasn't the first coughing fit but he coughed up blood... It could be Penuma but he could have cancer..." she answered I looked up and another nurse ran into the room then speed walked out with Gerard coughing my heart shattered at the sight and them trying to keep him alive. I gagged slightly with all the blood around his mouth and dribbling down his chin. They rushed him to a different room, and I felt, fear, anger and sadness, but soon to be overcome with a sense of aggression. I looked up and saw my 'Dad' stumble towards me I clenched my jaw and my fist tightened, It was his fault... He shot him and slapped her... he abused you for years... repay the favor... I laughed a little then moved away from Donna to stand right in front of my dad. I smirked up at him and chuckled creepily, not wanting conflict. He responded by slapping me in the face making my head jerk to the right. I jerked it back in place and, scorched him with an aggressive, defensive glare at him and punched him in his purple nose he grunted and kicked my stomach, I felt my skin rip and the stitches pop out of place. I gagged and gripped my stomach, putting pressure on my wound. He laughed drunkenly. I let go of the wound and let the blood flow on my hand. I looked up at him with revengeful eyes and searched my pocket and found a knife I pulled it out and laughed maniacally, Donna gasped but I calmly looked at her with a sympathetic look and said.

"You don't know what he has done... he would be on death row if people knew..." I turned back to 'dad' and smiled as my hands twitched soon my entire body would move inhumanly. "... Isn't that right? Remember after I got out of the hospital for the fifth time in a month? When I got home you whipped me telling me to stop wasting money even though you were the one helping put me in there? Hm... HOW ABOUT WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED DRINKING? I FUCKING CAME HOME WITH STAB WOUNDS, I RAN OVER SEEKING COMFORT! BUT WHAT DID YOU DO? HUH? TELL THEM ALL WHAT YOU DID!" I yelled he shook as I gripped the knife tighter.

"I-I...I'm sorry Frankie... I-"

"DON'T FUCKING APOLOGIZE! TELL THEM!" I dropped the knife as I shook with crazed adrenalin. He laughed.

"I stabbed you, broke all your limbs, raped you, whipped you then poured salt and lemon juice in your wounds! I loved all of it!" That was it I kicked his stomach, he toppled over I then kicked him in the face making him fall onto his back.

I collapsed, my crazed, psychotic side of me gone along with the adrenaline, and put pressure on my wound until a nurse helped me up and dragging me to another room where she drugged me.

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I woke up but felt numb, not like a dying numb but I feel light and I feel as if my body won't function properly. I was tired so I passed back out. Not knowing that Gerard was being over medicated...