A New Start

I lay there for a few minutes before sighing of relief, then winced from the pain that caused. I kind of felt bad for him though, he had to see me like this. He just stood staring at my crumpled body in shock, mouth agape. He finally shook his head and snapped out of the trance.
"Shit, what the hell happened?!" He asked as he began to panic. He knelt down next to me. "Bob," I barely whispered "Stop worrying. It's not like I'm gonna die." "How do you know? You're lying in a pool of blood. " He said louder. He pushed his hands underneath my shoulders and the back of my knees and picked my up bridal style. I groaned loudly in pain. My head lolled to the side and I saw the puddle he was talking about. How can someone bleed so much? He kept apologizing for hurting me while he quickly ran me back to my house. Bob opened the chipped white door and walked in, calling for Pete and Mikey on his way to the kitchen. He sat me on the table and my first instinct was to lie back down. Pete waltzed in with Mikey in tow. Their curious looks changed to worry, or horror in Pete's case, faster than light.
Bob ordered Mikey to get Gerard who was coincidentally at Bob's, and Pete to get a first aid kit and a wet cloth. Pete quickly got the supplies and seconds later Gerard and Mikey were back. Gerard told Mikey to call Frank.
"No!" I shouted, sitting straight up and ignoring the pain.By doing so, I received some odd looks. Gerard slowly pushed me back onto my back.
"Ray's there and we need a nurse in case you need stitches or blood or some kind of medicine." He explained.
"Ray's a nurse?" I asked raising an eye brow, smirk on my face. Gerard laughed and nodded then began wiping the blood from my arms and stomach, I winced every time he touched me. Some of the cuts were apparently really deep. Frank and Ray got to the house 10 minutes later. Pete made everyone leave the kitchen, before Frank could see me, so I could change. Pete turned around as I tugged off the blood stained shirt slowly and slipped on the plaid button up shirt Pete brought me from his closet. This shirt should make it easier and less awkward and uncomfortable for Ray to check out my ribs and the cuts on my stomach.
He left the room and told the guys only a few people at a time, being brotherly as usual. Gerard, Ray and Bob filed in, Mikey, Pete, and Frank stayed in the living room. The three men worked on keeping me awake, in case of a concussion, stopped the blood leaking out of my body. They basically just gave me a sponge bath and patched up anything still bleeding with paper towels and band aids. Then Bob went home and Gerard had to go back home to Lexi, promising me that she wouldn't know anything of this.
Frank and Pete took their place and basically sat by while Ray poked at my bones to see what hurt. He said I had two, maybe three broken ribs, but nothing serious. I had to stay up for another two hours until the concussion went away. I sat up on the table slowly. Ray gave me some pain medication for my ribs.
I stood up in front of the table only to yelp in pain and fall back to the earth. Pete caught me before I hit the floor, my ankle was burning and pain was shooting up and down it. Pete helped me sit back on the table and Ray set my foot on the chair. He examined my ankle for a while. I noticed my ankle was starting to swell and the pain was subsiding as long as I wasn't on it. Ray told me the exact thing, but he added that I dislocated my ankle. He wrapped my leg in medical tape and said he'd bring me crutches the next day. I groaned both in irritation and pain. Pete carried me into the my room and lay me down on my bed. Mikey sat at the end of the bed next to Frank.
"We need to know who did this to you." Ray said calmly. I could tell Pete was holding his tongue. I shook my head.
"I uh.. tripped?" It came out more of a delayed question. "In front of a bus?! The side walk couldn't have done that on it's own! Tell us who did it so I can kick their fucking ass!" Pete demanded glaring down at me. I looked down at the black carpet.
"What Pete meant was, Can you tell us who did this so they can be punished, no one should be allowed to do that." Frank said trying not to recreate Pete's little scene.
"Why does it matter? It happens all the time anyways, theres nothing anyone can do about it. I could usually just run away but now that's not going to happen." I said getting irritated. Frank's expression changed from calm to anger.
"Who? Who does this to you all the time?" Pete asked a bit calmer.
"Everyone! The whole football and basket ball teams, the pricks that smoke outside the gym after school, Bert and Jared, Hell! Even YOU wanna hit me most of the time! God knows my parents did, then they stopped and couldn't handle having a shitty daughter so they disowned me and that's why I'm here. Is that the answer you wanted Pete?" I yelled. Somewhat regretting it when I couldn't storm off into another room. Ray left after that, I assume he got tired of our bullshit.
Pete's face changed back and forth between anger and guilt until he stuck with anger.
"Sometimes I do, I'll admit but I can't. I can't kick your parents asses either." He said annoyed.
"Or the Jocks." Mike quietly added, " Or the stoners." Pete's face softened severely. He turned his head and smiled at Mikey, who returned the favor, before turning back to me.
"BUT that doesn't mean I can't protect you. You have your 'brother' (Pete), your boyfriend, my scrawny boyfriend," Mikey whined in protest causing Pete to smile again," Your body guard who'd fend off ANYONE and Lexi. And trust me, no one will wanna fuck with her." Pete smiled at me. I nodded and sufficed a fake smile. He nodded and walked to his bedroom with Mike. I sighed and buried my face in my pillows. I relaxed when I felt Frank's arms wrap around my stomach. He kissed my neck and rested his head on my shoulder. I rolled over to face him. He looked at all my cuts and bruises littering my face. I looked down and blushed. He noticed and lightly kissed all the cuts, stopping at the cut on my bottom lip. We stayed like this until Gerard texted Frank.
"He ruins everything for me." Frank pouted causing me to laugh. We got up and walked to the door, well i limped there. He pecked me on the cheek and got into his car. I closed the door and began hopping on one foot to my room. I stopped when I heard something slam against the wall. I glanced towards Pete's room to see the door wide open. Pete had Mike pushed up against the wall and they were making out.
"Close the door!" I yelled jokingly. Pete glared at me before slamming the door. I shook my head and limped into my room. I plugged in my head phones so I didn't have to hear their 'activities' through the walls.

Notes

UPDATE! like I was suppose to do a week ago.
Hope you guys enjoy. I kind of wanna make it more gory and dark, and just weird shit..i dunno

P.S.
I should've done this LONG long ago but I never thought of it. in case you don't know the story 'You'll Invest Yourself in Me' by Hopeless Ruby, aka Lexi, you should check it out. It's a great story about mental patient Gerard gets a new doctor named Frank. It's frerard, of course, and it's fantastic. Check it out if you get the chance, I'm in it too! I play Katy the mental patient dating Ryan Ross from Panic! At the Disco ;) lucky me, right? :p
Anyways check it out, it's semi- long and really detailed. You can really tell Alex has a talent and/or works really hard on it. there's a great back ground story and it's unpredictable, but you guys need to read it for yourselves.
Keep up the Good work Alex :D