After the Ambulances Go

Chapter 2

---Saint's P.O.V.---

Why I decided to take Mikey's place? I don't know. Maybe it was for the fans. After all, they always seemed to support me.

Of course, like anybody who'd been out of the hospital for two months, I was on at least five different pain killers, two anti-depressants, and sleep meds. I'm surprised I'm not dead yet...

I sighed as I downed my meds before heading into the kitchen of mine and Gracie's hotel room.

"Hi, Saint," Gracie greeted me wearily from the couch.

I nodded hello as I pulled out a bottle of water. Instinctively, I gave it to Gracie, then headed to the balcony.

This was my normal morning routine; get Gracie water, head to the balcony, and sing. I don't sing just any songs, though. It's like a game to me. I think of the saddest song I can and sing it. If I don't cry, I reward myself with a sandwich. If I cry, I give myself an extra pain killer.

I sighed as I gazed down at the street far bellow me. If I were to jump from here, I'd die...  After thinking about it for a few minutes, I decided against it, and my sick game, and headed inside. "Hey, Gracie? What day is it?"

She glanced pulled out her phone. "Um... July 3... Why?"

"We have a concert tonight." I smiled slightly and walked towards the door. Suddenly, I stopped. "Hey, Gracie? Another question... Where the fuck are we?"

"Helsinki, Finland!"

"Ah..." I nodded and headed out the door and down to the lobby. 

 What should I perform at the concert tonight? I wondered as I sat on the couch in the lobby. Maybe I should just ask what the fans wanna hear... Yeah, I'll do that. Glancing up at the clock that hung over the front door, I sighed. "9:23..." I mumbled, pulling out my notebook. "Might as well write the guys' setlist."

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 "Saint! We gotta go!"

I glanced up and saw the guys and Gracie heading towards the door. Nodding, I stood up and followed them out to the bus. I handed Gerard my notebook. I stopped briefly to look at him. 

Gerard glanced at me and smiled slightly.

I smiled, sighing with relief. 

Now any normal person would wonder why Gerard was so nice to me after what happened. Well, after I was released from the hospital, I explained the situation to Gerard. "I'm an ex-alcoholic. I understand," he'd said. 

Of course, Gerard's understanding didn't make me feel any better. I felt like shit.

I frowned. It's all my fucking fault...

"Saint."

I looked up and saw Frank looking down at me, concern sparking in his eyes. "I'm fine, Frank," I mumbled, walking ahead of the group. Lies. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks as thoughts of Mikey filled my mind. I rushed onto the bus and to Frank's bunk. 

 "Pick up you're fuckin phone~! You have a message~!" my phone sang, scaring the living shit out of me.

Groaning, I pulled out my phone. I had a text from a number I didn't know. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and read the message curiously.

From: 1+ 862-914-9220  (A/N: it's a made up number, but if ya wanna try to call it, I'm not stoppin you XD)

339 31st Avenue, San Francisco, CA