Never Coming Home

Gerard's POV

I wake up in the hospital, and open my eyes to the blinding light. It reminds me of the morning I woke up here after I was taken from war.
I look over to the side and see Susan, looking down at her clipboard.
"Patient, suicidal." she says, not even looking at me. "Is to be kept restraint, and away from all sharp or dangerous objects at all times until further notice."
Restraints? I try to pull my arms away, but feel them tied to the bed.
"We were worried about you." she says.
"It didn't seem like it."
"Well we were." she uses a firm, harsh tone. Standing up and looking at me in a rush. "You could've died, Gerard."
"That was the plan."
"Not for us. We still cared about you, even though it might not have seemed like it."
I don't respond.
"How long have you been feeling suicidal?"
"Ever since I found out the bad news. A few weeks."
"And you never said a word. You are SO lucky that Ray came to apologize."
"Why would he come to apologize? I thought he hated me?"
"If he hated you, he would've let you die."
Again, I don't respond.
"Do you have nothing to say for yourself?"
Continued silence.
"Fine. Don't talk. I'm going to go see to another one of my patients."
She says, shaking her head and walking out, exhausted.
I look around me. The blank white walls in here resemble what was in the room before, and it gives me bad memories.
A hand slowly opens the door, and I see Em and Luce walk inside.
"Hello, Gerard." says Emily.
"Hey, Em. Hey, Luce." I say, looking up at them.
"Are you ok?" asks Luce, changing her tone of voice from her usual, strong, firm tone, to more of a gentle, concerned tone.
"No."
"I was afraid you'd say that. What's got you down, Gee?" she perches at the end of my bed.
"I still haven't resolved my fight with Susan, and even after I've tried to end it, she's still mad at me."
"She's not mad at you." says Em, looking confused.
"Then why is she acting so weird?"
"Sweetie, she's just scared. She doesn't know what to say. She's shocked."
"How would you two know?"
"Susan tells us everything. She told us everything she was feeling. There was a point where she thought you didn't make it, and she cried so hard in to our shoulders. She was so worried about you. "
I look down, feeling bad about judging what she was thinking so quickly.
"But, enough about this." says EM, smiling slightly. They know something that I don't.
"What?" I say, observing their knowing glances.
"Nothing." says Luce, biting her lip into a smirk.
"But there's someone that wants to speak to you." Em giggles after she speaks, like a schoolgirl with a secret.
"Who?"
"You'll see." and with that, they walk out of the room, continuing to smile at each other. And before the door can shut behind them, another hand keeps it opened, and walks in.
"Hello Gerard." says the woman, walking over to me and sitting on the chair across. IT's no other, than Hannah herself.

Notes

About two more chapters left. If you guys want an epilogue, let me know in the comments below. Happy reading ^_^
-Ana