Never Coming Home

Gerard's POV

I don't know where I am. Everything's dark. Maybe that's just because my eyes are closed. I don't want to open them, I don't want to see the horrors that await me. All I know right now, is that I'm being carried somewhere. I just woke up, but I don't want to be awake. I don't even want to be alive...

The light's turn on, and I open my eyes, blinded, until they adjust. I'm in the hospital. I hear a bit of rustling beside me, and I turn a bit to see what it is. Gosh, my neck aches. I find that beside me is Frank. Ray is in front of us. I try to sit up, but everything goes a little blurred.

"Careful, Gerard." he says, leaning me back onto my pillow. "Don't strain yourself."

"Is Frank sleeping?" I ask. My voice is raspy and sore.

"Yes." he looks at me anxiously, he looks guilty. I know what his face looks like when he's guilty. "We had to use chloroform to get you here, though."

"Where's Michael?"

He doesn't respond. I'm not sure why. Somewhere inside me, I feel like I should know, but I don't. Ray swallows hard, and he looks at a few papers in his hands. They're tattered and worn. "Um...I have to go check something with the doctors here." he says.

"Ray. Where. Is. Michael?"

He doesn't even look at me on his way out, he just leaves. And now I'm alone. Not really, Frank's in the bed beside me. And the door opens again. I think it's going to be Ray, but it's not. It's a nurse. She walks in with her clipboard, her heels clicking on the ground. She takes a quick look at the papers she's holding. The ones she has are much more immaculate. "Mr Way, correct?"

I nod. "Yes." she acknowledges this soon.

"Alright. I'm Susan. Your nurse. According to what I have here, you seem to be in a slightly unstable condition. It's not too bad, though. Some lacerations and head trauma." she sets her clipboard down on the desk in front of her and smooths down her skirt. "I've been told to keep a sharp eye on you and Mr Iero, just in case you need anything or develop any more symptoms."

"So, you're here to help me?"

"Of course."

"In that case...could you do me a favour?"

"Sure. What do you need?" She smiles at me.

"I need you to tell me what happened to Michael Way."

Her smile fades. My suspicion is building as each second passes. Did they do something to him?

"Michael Way?"

"Yes." she's avoiding the question, it's obvious.

"I'm afraid...that Michael Way is...dead."

Notes

You voted, so here it is. Sorry if it's a little sloppy, I wrote it in about a half an hour. Enjoy ^ _ ^