It Started With An Alright Scene

Frank's Pov
I screeched my car to a halt. I threw the door open and jumped out, and ran as quickly as I could to the body. I kneeled down next to it and rolled them over. I screamed at the top of my lungs. "GERARD!!!!!!!!" I instantly felt tears run down my cheeks. I picked him up bridal style and put him in the backseat of my car. I buckled him up and ran to the passenger side, suddenly sober. I hopped in and started the car. I drove to the hospital and carried him in. "SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!!????" A group of doctors and nurses rushed over to me and took him. I sank down to my knees. The nurse next to me bent down to my level. "Frank? Frank, what happened?" I looked up and saw Jamia. "I-I hit him." She looked confused. "What?" I looked at her now angry. "I said I fucking hit him, Jamia. I hit him with my damn car!" She widened her eyes now realizing what I'd done. She stood up and slowly walked to the reception desk. She typed something into her computer. She then came back to me and helped me up. She escorted me to a chair in the waiting room. "Frank, you really need to calm down, alright. It's going to be okay." She handed me her Ipod and headphones. "Listen to music, okay? It will calm you down." I nodded and took it from her. I put the headphones in and scrolled through her music. I found a few songs I liked, but I didn't want to listen to them. I picked a song called Running to the Edge of the world by Marilyn Manson. It played and I closed my eyes. I listened to it over and over again for a few hours. I opened my eyes and took the headphones out. I stood up and walked to the front desk. Jamia looked up at me. "How is he?" I asked her. "He is having some surgery and tests done right now." I nodded and handed her the ipod. She thanked me and I walked back to my chair. I sat down and let my mind wander.
What if he doesn't make it? What if he dies. What would I do? I surely wouldn't be able to live with myself. He is my soul purpose on this earth. He is my reason for wanting to breathe everyday. He is my motivation to keep on hoping. I've said it before and I'll say it again.. He is my EVERYTHING.
After hours of thinking, Jamia came over to me. "Frank, It's almost six am. You should really head home and get some sleep. Come on, I'll drive you." I shook my head at her. "Hell no. I'm not leaving. I want to be here in case he wakes up." She looked reluctant but nodded her head anyway and left. I stood up and wandered around. I came across a cafe and got two cups of coffee. Just in case Gerard wants some when he wakes up. I ate a bag of chips and went back to the waiting room and sat in the same chair. I slouched in it and closed my eyes, finally finding some sleep. When I opened them, the sun was shining brightly through the windows. I stretched and stood up. I went to the front desk and looked at the time. It was almost three pm. I looked down at Jamia. "Hey, Jamia. Is he doing alright?" She stood up out of her chair. "I'll go check with his doctor in a bit, alright. You need to go to the cafeteria first and eat something. Come on, it's on me and Im no taking no for an answer." She grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hall. We got to the cafeteria and she bought me a veggie burger. "So, how have you been, Frank? Are you still suicidal?" I shook my head. "No, not until last night." She looked sad. "Frank, I'm sorry all of this shit has happened to you. You don't deserve any of it." I nodded my head. "Thanks, Jam. It's nice to hear that."
We finished eating and went back to the waiting room. I sat back in my chair while she went to go check with Gerard's doctor.
I was hoping that he would let me see him. I missed him so much. It was all happening too fast. First Gerard's concussion, then the trial, then the breakup, then both of our suicide attempts, now this. We just got back together, I didn't want to lose him anymore.
When I heard footsteps, I jumped out of my chair. I looked over and saw an elderly man with perfect hair come toward me. "Are you Mr. Iero?" He asked me. "The one and only." I told him. He nodded his hair and looked down at his clipboard. I hated those damn clipboards. They write shit on it about you and you don't ever know what it says. It could say something horrid, or something amazing.
I frowned at him. "How's Gerard?" I asked him. He looked up from his clipboard. "Mr. Iero, Gerard had a lot of injuries. He had three broken ribs, a concussion, both of his arms were broken, and his ankle was twisted. He also had a lot of internal damage too." He started saying a bunch of long words I couldn't understand. "Please, just tell me if he's alright?" He looked me dead in the eye. "I'm sorry, Mr. Iero. Gerard didn't make it."

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