(Frank’s point of view)
‘Sit and stay here.’ Quinn said bluntly, as he led me to a white empty waiting room. I wobbled in and clutched his leather jacket to my bleeding head. He pushed me down and I slumped in the chair and stared at the bright lights on the ceiling. Everything was still spinning, so much that I was starting to feel sick. Then Quinn ran off to find the others at the reception, or at least I think that’s what he said.
I heard Mikey’s voice shouting in the background. Ugh he was really starting to piss me off. He’s trying to control everyone and look down on them. But when we found Gerard and Bert what did he do?Fuck all. That’s what he did. He spoke on the phone and cried.
My thoughts turn to Gerard... I need to talk to him, I have to tell him how I feelbut I have no confidence, and I don’t even know what I’m going to say, and no one knows if he’s going to wake up. He NEEDS to wake up. I feel tears forming in my eyes. His body was so cold when we found him...
I wish I had Gerard right now. I want to wrap my arms around him and make everything okay. I just want him to be happy.
I need more booze. And then I will find Gerard.
I got up off the chair, losing the jacket that Quinn gave me; I was still bleeding a lot, and my head really fucking hurt.Maybe I should try to clean myself up before I go to the shop; I probably look like I’ve been in an accident. My face feels weird because of all the dried blood.
I try to find a toilet so I start walking or rather stumbling, my feet aren’t working very well at all, and my head feels funky, I lean against the white wall and slide through the corridor. I think this is where the toilet is? I have been here before after all.
I start giggling at myself. This is fucking ridiculous I can’t even walk properly.
Somehow I end up in the toilet. I look in the mirror, and holy fuck, half of me is completely red. The gash in my head looks massive. I run a tap and I grab some tissue and try to clear myself up; but then my knees give in; I feel completely weightless. I fall back on a wall, and slide down it, so that I’m on the floor. I feel ridiculously tired. And I’m swallowed by darkness.




(Narrator)

‘WHERE IS MY BROTHER?’ Mikey shouts to the rather startled looking receptionist.
‘Look. I have called the doctor, go and sit in the waiting room, like I said and he will be with you shortly,’ her facial expression was unreadable.
Mikey Way’s anger was just hiding his desperation. But you could see it in his eyes, he was cold, hungry and sleep deprived. But all he cared about was seeing his brother, alive and breathing. He knew he was being an ass; he just cared about Gerard so fucking much. Without saying anything else, Mikey turned on his heel away from the reception, and walked towards the waiting room. Ray and the rest of The Used all breathed a sigh of relief as they followed Mikey.
Mikey sat down and started crying, he put his head in his hands, and he was shaking.
When the rest of them filed in, everyone’s gazes, except Mikey’s, jumped to the chair with blood stains, and the wet looking black leather jacket that was on the floor.
Ray was the first one to speak. ‘Where the hell is Frank?’ he rubbed his temples, there was so much worry and concern in his voice. ‘Quinn?’
‘I told him to stay here; his head was bleeding a lot so I gave him my jacket to put pressure on his head...’ Quinn’s voice trailed off.
Mikey’s head jerked up.
‘Quinn, do you mind coming with me to try and find him? I- I’m really fucking worried,’ Ray eyes started watering. Quinn put a reassuring hand on Ray’s shoulder and nodded. ‘The rest of you guys stay here, wait for the doctor,’
They ran off down the other corridor. There were very few people around.
‘Where shall we check first?’ breathed Quinn.
‘I don’t know... um there’s a toilet down the hall, there? We should probably check that.’
Quinn nodded and they went. Ray walked in first, and the first thing he saw was a bloody sink with a tap that was running.
‘Frank!?’ shouted Ray, as he went to turn the tap off, and in the mirror’s reflection he saw him.
He was a bloody mess, and he was so pale. Ray gasped and ran and knelt next to Frank, who was unconscious. He tried shaking him, but he wasn’t waking up, he wasn’t responding in any way. Ray wanted so desperately to panic. Tonight had been the night from hell. But he couldn’t he had to stay calm.
‘GET A DOCTOR!’ he screamed.
Ray inspected the bloody gash and saw that there were little shards of glass in it. That’s why applying pressure to the wound didn’t help; it probably made it even fucking worse. He was going to try and take them out, but that’s when the doctors ran in.
They picked Frank up on a stretcher and left. Shouting different things at each other, but Ray wasn’t listening. Now covered in his best friend’s blood, he sat and brought his knees to his chest, crying.
Quinn sat next to Ray. ‘shhhh,’ He put his arms round Ray’s shaking shoulders and tries to calm him down.
‘Ev-Everyone’s a-and everythi..ng is j-just f-falling apart,’ Ray stuttered.