(Mikey)
I wake up, surprisingly in Frank's bed. My face hurt, so did my arm. Frank didn't lie next to me.
With all the strength I had left, I rolled out of bed and climbed to the top of the stairs. Ray sat on the bottom of the stairs, leading to upstairs. He nibbled on his nails and looked worried. "Mikey!" He shrieks and leaps up. He hugs me tightly making me wince.
"Ray, that really hurts."
This was what...the third? Time I had been beaten up for being with Frank.
I look around, no Gerard or Frank. I chew nervously on my lip. "Where's Frank and Gerard?"
"Mikey...me and Gerard found you beaten up in the park. I brought you home, Gerard hasn't found Frank yet."
I remember them dragging him away from me now, the way he called out my name. How terrified he sounded.
"Oh God." I whisper and limp to the front door.
I turn the handle and swing it open, the rain was hammering down and there was no sign or Gerard with Frank. Just as I go to shut the door, someone appears at the end of the path.
It's Gerard, he has what looks like a small, Frank sized, body in his arms. I hobble to the end of the path and let out a horrified gasp as my eyes set on Frank's limp, bloody, cut up body. His jacket's gone along with his shoes and gloves, his pants are ripped and he's drenched.

When we get him inside, he's lay out on the couch.
"Where was he?" I whisper.
"In the brook." Gerard says angrily. "They dumped him in the fucking brook."
I hold Frank's hand and watch him, waiting for his eyes to open, waiting for him to be just fine.

One hour.

Two hour.

Three hour.

Four hour.

"Gerard..." I whisper as the tears fill my eyes again.
"What?"
"Is he even alive?"