The Fallen and The Found.

“Frank!” He shouted out, his hands clutching the rails of the bed he was lying in. “Mr Way, calm down. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Gerard started to hyperventilate. “Mr Way, please, let us speak to you!” He sighed in defeat, his eyes still whizzing around in panic.
The doctor took a deep breath and put down her clipboard. “Frank is in the bed next to you.” Gerard’s head spun round, to be faced with a curtain. “I wanna see him, I need to see him!”
“He’s still recovering, but I’m afraid, Mr Way, he doesn’t look too good, recovering…it could be…how do I put this? Difficult.” The nurse said, awkwardly patting his arm in an attempt to calm him down.
Gerard let his eyes float up to the ceiling, then close in a deep sigh. He ran his hands through his hair. “Why Frank? Why not me?” he said, choking out his words. His voice was raspy and hoarse, as if he were about to burst into tears at any moment. “Gerard, this isn’t your fault.” said a voice from across the room.
“Mikey?” Gerard let out a timid smile. “Yeah, it’s me.” He stepped forward, approaching his bedside, and after a while of stroking Gerard's head he managed to calm him down enough to have a normal conversation. “I missed you. Where’s Amanda? I thought you were on your Honeymoon?” Gerard asked.
Mikey smiled, trying to console his panicked, broken brother. “We came back Yesterday, it was pretty great, but we needed to get back to reality.”
“Yeah. Wait; you didn’t come back because of me, did you?”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault, and anyway, you had the accident today.”
“Oh, I don’t remember much, what happened?” Gerard’s eyes flickered; he was scared to re-live it all. He flinched at the shudder of memory that came back briefly to his scrambled mind.
“Another car happened. It came speeding round the bend and right into you and Frank, apparently. Your car ended up in a patch of ice, which then spun you into a ditch. You’re both very lucky to be here.” Mikey noticed Gerard’s lip trembling and shook his head. He walked over to the doctor and ushered him out of the room. The doctor obeyed and scurried off to the next patient.
"Look. Gerard. No matter what happens to Frank, I want you to stay right here with us. Things may not be looking so good for him right now, but you still have the chance. Live for him whilst he is weak."
Gerard's eyes began to fill up and he let out a light sob. "B-b-bbut I can't live without him."
His lip trembled again as he spoke, cracking his strong facade into tiny shattered pieces.
Mikey leant into his chest, hugging him, containing his sobs. "I'll never let the tearstain try to keep you safe at night. I'll always be here. And Frank may be. But if not, I am."
"Gerard Way, a Mr. Frank Iero wants to see you."
Gerard's salty, tired eyes shot open. He scrambled to his feet and traveled as fast as a car-crash patient could travel.
He entered a room, much like his own temporary accommodation at the hospital. Frank lay there, linked up to various wires and tubes. A faint smile across his lips as he noticed his love enter the room.
"Gee." He said softly and croakily, as he watched Gerard's heart melt and shatter at the same time. A painfully beautiful moment for the both of them.
"I love you." Frank stated as Gerard's hands brushed his eyebrow carefully, before he leant in to kiss his forehead.
"I love you too."
They sat there in silence for a while. There they were, sat there, simply savouring eachother's company.
Mikey was busying himself outside making sure no one entered.
Gerard stroked Frank's softly knotted hair and looked into his eyes.
"I made you something." Frank whispered, pointing to his scruffy bag in the corner.
Gerard reluctantly let go of him and his beauty, and went to fetch his bag. He then sat back down with him, holding his hand and resting the bag on his lap.
"Look in the red bag. It's a little damaged from the accident, but it was in the trunk so it survived pretty well." Gerard nodded, reaching into the bag slowly, to pull out a large notepad.
On the front Frank had written "Gerard and Frank forever." With a little picture of them taped to the page. A single hidden, silent tear dropped down onto the page; Frank pretended to not notice. Slowly, Gerard turned the pages, it was all of their memories. Turns out Frank had always taken many pictures of the best days of his life. Gerard was in every single one one since they'd met.
He finally reached the most current page, there was a photo from this morning.
The photograph was of one pair of Frank's shoes. And one pair of Gerard's.
The laced were tied together and entwined as one.
On the very last page, there was a pocket. The pocket had a lump stuck out of it, and above it, were the words:
"Till death do us part."
I opened the pocket.
Inside the pocket was a shining ring.

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I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Don't worry, it will not be the end.
(I think I broke myself.)
Apologies for being the worst updater ever.
Much love from, XOXOg (Georgia.) xxx