Never Be Afraid Again (sequel to We'll Carry On)

The hardest part of this, is leaving you..

Gerard's Point of View- Three months later;

Have you ever been so scared for your own life, or someone else's that the world seems to pass by in a blur? That's what was happening to me as of right now. Our baby girl was due in November, November 27th to be exact, but now? I wasn't so sure she or her mother was going to make it that long, and that thought was a massacre to my heart. Stormy Onyx Way and Bandit Lee Way was my entire universe, and to watch them slowly slip through my fingers, well that was something that would kill me as well. Isn't it funny how things can be going so amazing one second and then the next, everything can come crashing down to your feet. One night was all it took, just one night that caused my life to deflate around me.

I can still remember getting the news like it was yesterday, holding Stormy in my arms as she collapsed on the ground of the hospital, calling our loved ones and telling them, being told our baby wouldn't make it, but we didn't take that as an option; I refused to take that as an option.

Two months ago; September 28th, 2008; 3:20 A.M.

I was still asleep next to Stormy when I felt her grip onto my shoulder tightly, digging her nails into my skin-and not in the good way- hissing in pain. I woke up alarmed and shot up pulling my arms around her.

"Stormy, babe, what's wrong? Calm down." I cooed worriedly as she held onto her hips in pain.

"Gerard," She hissed lowly, "My fucking hips, they hurt so badly!" Tears were now streaming down her exhausted face. I could tell she had been up all night.

"Okay baby, c'mon. I'm taking you to the hospital. I promise it's going to be okay." I glanced at the clock on my bedside table; 3:24 in the morning.

3:53 A.M.

We arrived at the hospital and as soon as the car was stopped I ran into the emergency room, asking for help; stormy couldn't even walk at this point due to the pain in her hips. I was completely freaking out by this point.

"My wife needs help! She's 7 months pregnant and she's been crying with her hips. She can't even walk, please help her!" I panted, already out of breath as I spoke. The nurse nodded seriously -while another one grumbled something into the phone- and rushed out to my car with a wheelchair to get my hysterical Stormy.

"Gerard!" she gasped as they ran/ wheeled her back into the emergency room. She had a vice grip on my hand and was dragging me alongside her. She was terrified, and to be honest I was too.

They wheeled her into a white room with all sorts of monitors and machines and started hooking her up. I couldn't care fucking less about my fear of needles; I stayed right by her side as they punctured her veins with the petrifying metal.

"Shhh, it's all going to be okay baby. It's fine." I attempted to subdue her cries. I then realized she was clutching onto her stomach-which was now the size of a small basketball, but less round- and giving me the same scared look I was giving her. We were both worried about our Bandit.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to wait in the waiting room while we take Mrs. Way back for testing." The nurse with bright red hair explained. I simply nodded my head, knowing that arguing was going to get me nowhere and kissed my wife's chapped lips.

"I fucking love you, Stormy, and daddy loves you too Bandit." She gave me a pleading look and whispered she loved me as well, and then I was banished to the too-white waiting room.

4:33 A.M.

Stormy had been back in that room for an hour now. I had already called my brother and he and Alicia were on their way to the hospital now, Mikey had even choked up when he heard the apparent pain seething in my words.