Someone Pull the Fire Alarm

You Okay?

"Ma'! Ma'!" Gerard cried over the phone as we stood around the waiting room of the hospital, "Mikey's gonna be fine! He just stinks real bad," He paced around the room while Frank, Ray, and I sat watching, "Mhm... mhm... yeah, there's no way he's going back to school today. Especially when he smells like piss."

"You think he'll be okay?" Ray asked me.

"I dunno, he was beaten pretty bad. Pete and Patrick were too." I explained.

"The seniors were brutal this year." I nodded, agreeing to that.

"What!? What's going on!?" Frank asked from the other side of the room.

"Dude, just sit over here!" Ray cried.

"No! She stinks!"

"Hey Y/n?" Gerard asked, I gazed up at him, "You didn't get beaten at all, did you?" I shook my head, "Alright, you might wanna call your parents or something. My ma'll be here in an hour."

"Yeah, yeah I will." He nodded, then sat down by Frank. I slid my little flip phone out and began tapping through my contacts until I found my mom. When I hit call, I stood up, and walked outside in front of the big white building.

"Hello? Y/n? Why're you calling!? Did-"

"Mom, uhm, something happened," I began, tears already threatened my eyes thinking back on the events from earlier. She kept quiet, waiting for me to continue, "Uhm, during the assembly me and my friends... we... we tried to hide from the seniors but-"

"Y/n, calm down, what happened?"

"They covered us in piss and beat up my friends. I'm at the hospital..."

"Are you hurt!?"

"No, but I'm covered in piss..." I sobbed, "Can... can you pick me up?" My voice was shaky.

"Yeah, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Okay, thank you..."

"Uhuh, bye..."

"Bye..." She hung up. I wiped my tears away and did my best to calm down as I walked back inside.

"You okay?" Ray asked as I sat back down beside him.

"Not really, but, my mom's gonna be here soon." I explained, trying not to cry anymore.

"When's she gonna be here?"

"Ten minutes..." He hummed, and the room went quiet.

I hope they're all okay... ugh... I called Mikey my best friend... he probably thinks I'm weird for it... even though we went to separate schools that title never left him... even if he doesn't remember me... I wish he'd remember me... maybe it'd be less awkward... Mikey... he's such a sweet guy...

My sleeve covered hands held my cheeks as an attempt to keep down the tears.

"Y/n?" I gazed up to see Gerard standing in front of me, "You okay?" No... I'm not okay... my friends just got completely beaten while I just had to stand there and watch...

"Uhm, I'll be okay. Have you gotten any updates on Mikey, Pete, or Patrick?"

"Not really, these people aren't telling me anything. When we get to see them I'll tell Mikey to text you."

"Alright," Just then, the hospital doors opened as my mom walked in, "Oh, I gotta go. See ya guys tomorrow." Quickly, I grabbed my bag, and began walking to her.

"Yeah, see ya!" He waved, I turned and waved back as I approached my mother. Immediately, she brought me into a hug.

"Oh Y/n, I was so worried about you! Wow, geez, you really stink," She pulled away instantly, "C'mon, let's get you home."