(Gerards POV) The police came. They asked me questions, but I didn't know what happened because I wasn't there. It was all my fault. If I hadn't done that to frank,he wouldn't of ran off into the road. He wouldn't of been hit by that car. He wouldn't be in hospital. My thoughts were interrupted by the doctor coughing politely. "He got a very bad hit to the head and I'm not sure if he's going to survive. If he is,its very likely he'll go straight into a coma. The chances of him waking up straight away and being okay though,are very small. All we can do is treat him and hope for the best" after a pause, his eyes softened "I'm sorry". I nodded. My throat had a lump in it and my eyes were full of tears. I didn't want him to see me cry. He took that as a hint and left the room. Left me to sit here and cry. Cry for frank. Because my frankie,my frankie might die.

Notes

"like I was just thinking all through the geography test omg is frank gonna be okay?!:O" -lulah xo I only just noticed the end of this chapter rhymed. Heh. I hate having to do this to frank&gerard,but its the story. So yeah. I'll update soon,thanks for reading!xofrnk