I watched Gerard pace briskly, almost frantically, at my bedside. He had his hands behind his back and he was staring at the ground, a permanent frown etched into his forehead. The machinery I was wired to made an annoying bleeping sound that irritated my pounding headache. Suddenly, the door opened and a doctor walked in, causing Gee to stop abruptly in mid-step and gaze at the man expectantly. The doctor shifted and cleared his throat, daunted by 's piercing stare. "Well, Krissy," he began, evidently opting to ignore my boyfriend's presence entirely. "It seems you've taken quite the beating. You have two cracked ribs, your nose is broken, and your ankle is badly sprained." I shuddered, it reminded me weirdly of last time I landed in hospital. "You're also black and blue," the doctor informed me, "and will be for a few days, maybe a week." I grimaced. The doctor sighed. "Now, your school has been contacted, and the incident is in their hands, so-" he was cut of by Gerard's low, dangerous voice. "What about the police?" The doctor faltered. "Well, as it occurred in school, it is a matter for them to deal with, not the authorities." Gerard strode forward until he was almost nose-to-nose with the doctor. "I don't give a shit," he hissed. "Look at this. Look at what they've done to her. She can't get up, for fuck's sake. And what will the school do? Detention? Make them clean the desks after school for a week? And then what, they do exactly the same shit over and over again, all because they can't accept that some people don't fucking kiss the ground they walk on. Please enlighten me, doctor, how any of this makes sense, because I havent got a fucking clue!" I gaped open-mouthed as Gerard ranted like this, and so did the doctor. I felt pretty sorry for him actually, it was clear that Gerard was taking his anger out on the first person who dared to breathe his air. The doctor ran a nervous hand through his hair and looked to the ground. "I'm sorry, Mr Way, there's not much I can do for you in this situation. Maybe if you spoke to the police..." His voice faltered as Gerard's glare grew colder - if that was even possible. Without another word, he turned and left. Gerard sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and came to sit beside me. I watched him. "Gerard... calm down, hon. It's-" He cut ne off like he had the doctor. "Don't Krissy, don't fucking tell me it's okay." I sighed and pulled on his hand. Knowing what I wanted, he leaned down and pressed his lips on mine. I kissed him eagerly, but he pulled back quickly. Too quickly. I frowned at him in confusion. He sighed. "Look, Kriss... we have to talk." His tone scared me. "About... about what?" I asked softly. He wouldn't look at me. "I think, maybe, me and you should... call it off for a little while." I gaped. "W-what do you mean?" He tipped his head back to face the ceiling, still not making eye contact. "You know what I mean," he said softly. I couldn't process it. "You're breaking up with me?" My voice cracked on every single word. I saw hin wince a little, and then slowly nod. "But... But why?" He sighed again, only this time it was more of a moan. "Because, its not working out. We aren't. I'm sorry, but I have to do this." His voice was harder now, with more conviction. It still sounded strained. I stared at the stark lights above me, trying to control my expression as my heart shattered into sharp, bloody pieces. "Get out, Gerard." I whispered, keeping my tone low to make sure the hysteria didn't leak into it. He looked at me finally, but I kept my face firmly away from him. "Kriss..." I closed my eyes. "Gerard, I said get out. Now. Please." A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye on the last word. He rose without a word and left the room. I waited until the door was firmly shut and his footsteps had faded, before I allowed the loud, ugly sobs to escape. They shook my whole frame, my injuries ached but I didn't care right then. The pain in my heart and soul was so incredibly agonizing in that moment that it overruled everything else. I cried violently, until the door opened and a frantic nurse walked in. "Sweetie, what happened?" I continued to cry, incapable of speech. She gaped. "Is the pain that bad?" I nodded pitifully. "Here sweetheart, this'll knock you out for a while." She approached me with a needle. I welcomed the drugs, letting them drag my body into oblivion. As my eyes closed, I saw a blur of pale skin and dark hair peek through the door.

Notes

Well aren't I a bitch. A month or so of waiting, and then I give you this *runs and hides*. I'm really sorry about the delay, I swear I'm prioritising my writing for now on. I have left school now and have nothing to do, so hey, lots of updates hopefully. Thank you all so much for not giving up on this story, or me, despite all my shit. And rest assured, I believe in happy endings. Also hugs to all the sweet commentors after my little note, I can't explain how much better it really made me feel. The MCRmy is like a second family to me, and this is why. Lots of love, Paranoia zviolence xø