Famous Last Words

Gerard POV

'No.' I think to myself. I run to her, the blood coming from the wound. But with a closer look, I sigh in relief, she hasn't hit any major veins she was planning on. But it was clear she doesn't know this. As instant regret flashes across her face, as it dawns on her that she thinks her life is gonna come to an end she passes out from shock.
I catch her before she falls, and take off my jacket, wrapping it around the cut to stop it bleeding anymore than it should.
I pick her up and carry her all the way back to my apartment. I check to see if the door's unlocked. It is. Frank must be home. As I walk in I see he isn't in the living room, but he hears the door shut behind me. "Gee?" he calls from his room, walking out into the living room. And what's the first thing he sees. Me, carrying an injured, unconcious kid, with one of my jackets stained with blood, he furrows his eyebrows at the sight and we just kinda stand there for a few minutes in silence.
"Do I wanna know?" he asks, breaking the quiet.
And I explain everything. But I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone else what she told me, so I kept that a secret.
"Aha." he says casually, taking a seat on the couch. "So what do you expect to do, now?" he says , sipping his coffee.
"Fix her up and help her out."
"Try to save a suicidal kid, good plan." he says, sarcastically.
I stick my toungue out at Frank before carrying Lyra into the bathroom to clean out the cut.
I set her down and take off the jacket, setting it in the shower, before taking out the first aid kit and cleaning off the blood, setting a cotton cloth on it until it stops bleeding, the scarlet liquid staining it, until it finally stops bleeding. Her eyes move beneath the sockets before opening with a jolt as I spray antiseptic on it. Even though it didn't hit the artery, it was still pretty deep. On both of her wrists there were many scars. She's tried this before. As I wrap the bandage around the wound, she speaks.
"A-am I d-dead yet?"
"Luckily not." I say, tying off the bandage. She flinches but doesn't pull away. "Now tell me. Do you still wanna do it.?"
Her eyes get cloudy, but her voice doesn't choke up. "Not anymore."
she could've easily been lying, but I decided to trust her. Call me naive, but it's my desiscion. I pull her into a hug. We both mean it. And as we pull apart, Frank walks into the room.
"Lyra this is Frank." I say.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Well, t-thanks for e-everything, Gerard, b-but I b-better be g-going." she says, standing up, but I put an hand on her shoulder. "Not so fast. You're unstable, and in a sticky situation. You're not leaving until I'm sure you're okay."
she thinks for a second. "No." she seems confident with her desicuon, but I'm serious. She's not leaving yet. "I-I can't s-stay. I-I-I have t-to f-finish what I-I started."
Frank feels the tension and slowly inches out of the doorway.
"You will." and she realizes I only want to help and nods, giving up arguing. "Now. I have to head out for a meeting. you'll stay here with Frank, alright?" she nods again, as we enter the living room.
"Bye." I say to her. She waves goodbye. As I shut the door behind me, I don't notice the prominent gasp from Lyra. on the other side of the door.

Notes

The fourth chapter is now up. ^_^