We All Go To Hell

Chapter Fifteen

"Gerard, i-im really sorry but i gotta go. im sorry"

He was shaking.

"Listen Frank let me come with you..please. what did they say? whats going on?"

All i want to do right now is help him, but fuck what can i even do?

"I dont know dude fuck..just-"

I grabbed his hand, trying to reassure him, but it seemed to only make it worse. Frank swiped his hand away.

"Im sorry Gerard. Im not trying to snap at you i just-fuck. i dont know what to do."

I looked at him, a frown covering my face.

"Come on, lets get going okay? Let me come with, i dont want you  doing this alone."

"Y-yeah..okay."

We get up and start heading toward the door. Fuck. I dont even know what happened. Is she hurt? Is she fucked up? I dont even know the woman. Hell, i dont even know if its about her, Frank hasn't explained much.

"I-is it your mom?"

He nodded, as we head out the front door, a cold gust of wind hitting our faces.

"Did they say what happened?"

He just kept walking, shaking his head.

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Frank and i get to the hospital, after taking two buses and walking for 25 minutes. We walk in  and up to the front desk where an older gentleman is sitting.

"Uh, my uh, my mom is here. They called me..I-uh, where do i  go?"

The man frowned, the wrinkles around his eyes becoming clearer.

"Alright first and last name?"

"F-frank-"

"Of your mother.."

"Linda. Uh.. Iero."

He starts typing on the computer in front of him very  quick.

"Alright I.D. please."

Frank hands him his I.d and so do  i.

"yeah its  uh, family only. sorry son. You'll have to  wait out here."

Frank nods at me, forcing a small smile to his lips.

"Its ok. ill be fine. just wait here for me okay?"

I nod, using every ounce of effort i have to  put a small smile on my face.

Frank headed down the long hallway, his hands deep in his pockets, probably to keep from biting his nails. My hearts breaking for him. If only i knew what was going on; how i could help him. He shouldn't have to  do this on his own..well, he wont. Ill still be here. Fuck im nervous. I try to watch  the small tv they have hanging in the corner of the waiting room to distract myself but they're playing a Spanish soap opera, i dont understand it. Not like watching tv would even help me right now anyways. I rest my head in my palm as i lean on the chair next to me waiting. Fuck i could use a smoke. 

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Its been about 25 minutes and i start  to doze off when Frank comes barreling down the hall, his face just emitting pure rage. I've never seen him like this. Not even at Nick.

"Hey.."

I stand up  quickly and head closer to him, but he just keeps walking toward the front door and i quickly follow suit.