Catch me if I fall

Mikey's P.O.V
After fifteen minutes of the creepiest staring, we were finally allowed back into the room. Unfortunately; no luck. She was still unstable. We all stood on the left side of the bed whilst her dad was on the right. We stood there; looking at her and not saying anything. What if this is it? What if we can't do anything to save her? She can't leave! I know I haven't known her for too long, but she's still such a good friend to me! I can't lose her. I just can't.

Gerard's P.O.V
I look over at Mikey and see him bury his face into his hands with his shoulders trembling. He wouldn't get this upset over many people, so she must be special to him.

I know.


I know he has a thing for her. I know he's willing to take a bullet for her. I know he wants her to wake up. I know he's willing to wait a lifetime to see her wake up. I know that he wants this more than anything. The only problem is....





So do I.


Mikey's P.O.V
After standing there, the nurse came back for her dad because they forgot some more information or something. He walked out with the nurse, proceeding to slam the damn door for no reason. I sighed and sat down on the couch soon followed by the other guys. My mum had to leave because someone from work got sick and she had to fill in for them. So that ment it was just us guys. Bob's phone began to ring, and since he didn't want to be rude, took the phone call out into the hall with Ray. Frank for some reason left outside (I forgot why. I was too busy freaking out.), which left just me and Gerard in the room. As I sat there, perfectly still, I got hit with a shot of reality. This is 100 % real. She could DIE any minute. She's in a coma. She's not conscious. When that struck me, I felt light headed. I couldn't even cry anymore. I somehow ran out of tears. Instead of crying, I had a panic attack. I started hyperventilating and shaking. My throat felt kinda tight and the pit of my stomach felt kinda warm and shallow.

I pulled my knees to my chest and layed my head down. I lifted my head and looked at my hands. They were shaking so badly. Gerard looked at me, then my hands.
"M-mikey? Are you okay?" He said, holding my hand in hopes to make the shaking stop. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. Instead, I put my hands over my eyes and began shaking fiercely. As if my shaking wasn't enough, I then suddenly started pouring tears. It was the type of crying where you cry really hard and you need to gasp for air, but I couldn't get air, causing me to cough and spazz out alot. Gerard quickly removed my hands from eyes and hugged me from the side. He grabbed my hands and tried to make them stop shaking. But it wasn't just my hands. It was everything. My shoulders, legs, arms, torso, etcetera. I think I was actually shaking to the point where he thought I was having a seizure.
"Mikey?! Mikey, I need you to try to calm down. Okay?!" Gerard said, himself freaking out as well. I gave a slight nod and put my head on my knees again. Ever so slowly, I began to calm down. Just as I sat up straight, the door opened.


Gerard's P.O.V
The door opened to reveal the queef that is her dad. I don't think he noticed us sitting on the couch when he walked in. He walked passed us, then came back.
"What are you squats doing here?" He spat at us.
"We're here to see our friend, good sir. " I said, trying my hardest not to get mad easily.
"And who gave you faggots permission?" He asked. Oh to hell he didn't.
"Hey asshole, we dont need any fucking permission." Mikey said, glaring at him.
"You kinda do. She's my daughter. For all I know, you could be here do to pull something stupid off." He smirked.
"No we kinda don't. Besides, what the fuck do you think we would do to her? We're genuine friends to her." I said.
"I don't know whats going on in those devious minds of yours. Maybe you aren't really her friends and are just here to pull the plug on her to kill her." WHAT. THE. FLYING. FUCK.
"Did you just accuse us of wanting to kill her?" I said on the verge of losing it.
"Maybe." He gasped, putting one hand over his mouth. "I want you and the rest of your dick - magnet friends out of here." He spat, flicking my forehead and pinching Mikey's nose. I was about to say something, but Mikey beat me to it.
"Motherfucker, who the hell do you think you are? Do you think you're all that and a bag of chips? What authority do you have to touch me or my fucking brother you cunt? Do you have a fucking badge or some certificate or some other shit to tell me otherwise?" He ranted. He looked at him in shock.
"Exactly you fucking twat. I didn't think you did. And what the hell you doing accusing us of wanting to kill your fucking daughter? Do you truly think we would want to fucking kill her? We are over here fucking bawling our eyes out, wanting her to wake up, and I have yet to see a single damn tear out of your eye . That's the logical thing to do when your daughter is in a fucking coma. So, you douche, you can't say shit." He snapped. Hot damn. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Mikey cut him off.
"If what you're going to say isn't an apology, then frankly, I don't give a damn, you cunthole." He said, pushing up his glasses. He looked like he was going to kill Mikey. His face was red, the veins in his neck seemed to pop out. I'm pretty sure he was going to do something to us, but then the door opened and in came Ray, Bob, and Frank.

We all turned to look at them and by the facial expression on Bob's face, I could tell he was wondering what happened and why her dads face was red.
"Listen here you little shit, I'm gonna let that slick mouth of yours pass this time. But if you so much as BREATHE in a patten I don't like, I will make your life a living hell. Got that faggot?" Her dad said, pointing a finger in Mikey's face.
"Takes one to know one." Mikey smirked. Instead of hitting us or something else, he left the room, slamming the door harder than last time. They walked over to us with a 'What the fuck?' Expression and handed us a bottle of water. Before answering the questions that they had, I said something to Mikey.
"Hot damn Mikes! Nice language usage. "
"Yea, sorry about that. I was just pissed." He replied, taking a sip of water. "P.s, don't tell mum."
I nodded and turned to they guys.
"What are you talking about?" Frank asked.
"The douche accused us of wanting to kill her and Mikey TOTALLY went off on him." I laughed.
"Seriously?!" Bob asked, astonished.
"Yea. He cussed him out." I giggled. I looked over at Mikey who was blushing and looking down, toying with his fingers.

We sat there, just talking, occasionally looking over at her to just be disappointed and see her in the same position every time. After quite some time, a nurse knocked on the door and said that visiting hours were over. We told her we would be out soon and took a final look at her. Bob, Ray, Frank and I were walking down the hall when we noticed Mikey wasn't with us. I told them to head to the car while I got him and the left. As I was just outside of the door I slightly opened it to see Mikey holding her hand saying,
"Stay strong girlish. "

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