Gives You Hell
Medicate
Gerard’s P.O.V.
I stroked Mikey’s hair as he finally fell asleep, trembling lightly in my arms. The sun was setting and it was starting to get cold. I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over Mikey’s sleeping form before pulling out my phone. I texted Frank our whereabouts and went back to consoling my baby brother.
In all honesty, I was just as angry as mom was about this whole incident. However, I was more upset than angry- I was upset that I wasn’t enough to help my brother. I was upset that he turned to drugs instead of talking to me about his problems. I sighed and lifted Mikey up a bit, letting his head rest on my shoulder. Mikey unconsciously snuggled closer to me, to which I smiled at.
“I love you, Mikes,” I murmured, “I’ll help you through this. I’ll help you get clean, baby brother.” I kissed his hair and just held him tightly, letting him know that I’d keep him safe and sound.
“You found him!” Frank said, sounding relieved. I nodded, running a hand through Mikey’s hair.
“Brendon was right,” I sighed, “Mikey… Mikey’s a junkie.”
“He won’t be for long, Gee. We’ll get him clean.”
“I know we will, Frankie. But first, I need to get him home.”
Frank nodded, “I’ll call Brendon and let him know we’re coming back early.” He grabbed his phone and punched in Brendon’s number. As he called Brendon, I tried to devise a plan as to how we were going to get home early. I decided that we would just exchange our tickets for the next available flight to Belleville and go from there.
“Brendon said that as soon as he can, he wants to talk with Mikey,” Frank said, “He didn’t say why, but he insinuated that it wasn’t about the heroin.”
I nodded at Frank and sighed. “I have enough money to stay at a hotel for the night, if we can’t get a flight. I’m going to call the airport and see about exchanging our tickets. Can you take Mikey for a moment?”
“Sure, Gee,” Frank said. I passed Mikey off to Frank before calling the airport.
Luckily, we were able to exchange the tickets for a flight that was to take off in two hours. As soon as we arrived, I went to exchange the tickets while Frank and Mikey went to Starbucks. When I came back with the tickets, I found them laughing. I smiled, happy to see that Mikey was happy.
“-and his grandmother nearly had a heart attack,” Frank said, “And my grandma just says, ‘Well, that boy’s willie isn’t as big as he says, now, is it?’”
“That sounds like something my grandma would say,” Mikey said, giggling. I draped my arm over Mikey’s shoulder, nearly making him jump out of his skin.
“Gerard! Jesus, don’t scare me like that,” Mikey breathed.
“Sorry, Mikes,” I said, accepting the coffee Frank handed to me. I handed them each their tickets. “The flight leaves in about an hour and a half, so if you two want to go for dinner, we have time.”
“Oh, I’m not hungry,” Mikey said, avoiding eye contact with me.
“Mikey,” I said, “You haven’t eaten a single thing all day. You’re really worrying me, kid. Please… just eat slice of pizza or a sandwich or something. Please. For me?”
Mikey sighed and nodded. “Okay, Gerard. For you.”
I smiled and took Mikey’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go. There’s a pizza parlor across the food court.”
Mikey’s head rested on my shoulder as he drifted off into a deep sleep. The plane was on its way to Belleville, now, and we’d be landing soon. I kissed Mikey’s hair before turning my attention to Frank.
“I still can’t believe this, Frank,” I sighed, “I’m so scared… I’m scared that he’ll overdose.”
“He’s not,” Frank said, “Not after you take away his drugs and help him get clean, anyway.”
“I really hope I can help him… I need him to be okay. Mikey’s the only member of my family other than my grandmother that accepts me. If he were to end it all, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“Gerard, look at me.” I looked Frank in the eye, prompting him to continue. “He’ll be okay as long as he knows that you’re not going to give up on him. You give him hope and make him happy. Keep that up. Hold him when you think he needs it, tell him that you love him when you think he needs to hear it, and never judge him for the mistakes he makes.” Frank took my hand and sighed. “If this means that you have to spend less time with me, then that’s fine. Mikey needs you more than I do right now. Mikey needs his big brother to be right there by his side.”
I smiled and kissed Frank. “What would I do without you?”
“That’s a good question, Gerard.”
When we finally got home, it was around eleven in the evening. We crashed at Frank’s house, since Mikey and I were too tired to drive home.
Brendon agreed to wait until morning to talk with Mikey, noting that he looked extremely tired. Meanwhile, I stayed in the guest room with Mikey, holding him through the night. Normally, I would’ve been with Frank, but because of Mikey’s addiction, I wasn’t willing to leave him alone.
Even in sleep, Mikey trembled. I couldn’t tell if he was just cold or if the withdrawal was kicking in already, so I just held him close and hoped he was okay. I took a closer look at Mikey, checking for any signs of discomfort.
In spite of the shivering, Mikey’s expression was peaceful. However, his face looked bonier than it had weeks back. I felt his upper torso and discovered that I could feel his ribs, as well.
Mikey was starving himself. He was getting high and not eating, and it broke my heart. A few tears welled in my eyes as I pulled him closer to me. “I’m so sorry, Mikey. I’m so, so sorry.”
I stroked Mikey’s hair as he finally fell asleep, trembling lightly in my arms. The sun was setting and it was starting to get cold. I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over Mikey’s sleeping form before pulling out my phone. I texted Frank our whereabouts and went back to consoling my baby brother.
In all honesty, I was just as angry as mom was about this whole incident. However, I was more upset than angry- I was upset that I wasn’t enough to help my brother. I was upset that he turned to drugs instead of talking to me about his problems. I sighed and lifted Mikey up a bit, letting his head rest on my shoulder. Mikey unconsciously snuggled closer to me, to which I smiled at.
“I love you, Mikes,” I murmured, “I’ll help you through this. I’ll help you get clean, baby brother.” I kissed his hair and just held him tightly, letting him know that I’d keep him safe and sound.
“You found him!” Frank said, sounding relieved. I nodded, running a hand through Mikey’s hair.
“Brendon was right,” I sighed, “Mikey… Mikey’s a junkie.”
“He won’t be for long, Gee. We’ll get him clean.”
“I know we will, Frankie. But first, I need to get him home.”
Frank nodded, “I’ll call Brendon and let him know we’re coming back early.” He grabbed his phone and punched in Brendon’s number. As he called Brendon, I tried to devise a plan as to how we were going to get home early. I decided that we would just exchange our tickets for the next available flight to Belleville and go from there.
“Brendon said that as soon as he can, he wants to talk with Mikey,” Frank said, “He didn’t say why, but he insinuated that it wasn’t about the heroin.”
I nodded at Frank and sighed. “I have enough money to stay at a hotel for the night, if we can’t get a flight. I’m going to call the airport and see about exchanging our tickets. Can you take Mikey for a moment?”
“Sure, Gee,” Frank said. I passed Mikey off to Frank before calling the airport.
Luckily, we were able to exchange the tickets for a flight that was to take off in two hours. As soon as we arrived, I went to exchange the tickets while Frank and Mikey went to Starbucks. When I came back with the tickets, I found them laughing. I smiled, happy to see that Mikey was happy.
“-and his grandmother nearly had a heart attack,” Frank said, “And my grandma just says, ‘Well, that boy’s willie isn’t as big as he says, now, is it?’”
“That sounds like something my grandma would say,” Mikey said, giggling. I draped my arm over Mikey’s shoulder, nearly making him jump out of his skin.
“Gerard! Jesus, don’t scare me like that,” Mikey breathed.
“Sorry, Mikes,” I said, accepting the coffee Frank handed to me. I handed them each their tickets. “The flight leaves in about an hour and a half, so if you two want to go for dinner, we have time.”
“Oh, I’m not hungry,” Mikey said, avoiding eye contact with me.
“Mikey,” I said, “You haven’t eaten a single thing all day. You’re really worrying me, kid. Please… just eat slice of pizza or a sandwich or something. Please. For me?”
Mikey sighed and nodded. “Okay, Gerard. For you.”
I smiled and took Mikey’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go. There’s a pizza parlor across the food court.”
Mikey’s head rested on my shoulder as he drifted off into a deep sleep. The plane was on its way to Belleville, now, and we’d be landing soon. I kissed Mikey’s hair before turning my attention to Frank.
“I still can’t believe this, Frank,” I sighed, “I’m so scared… I’m scared that he’ll overdose.”
“He’s not,” Frank said, “Not after you take away his drugs and help him get clean, anyway.”
“I really hope I can help him… I need him to be okay. Mikey’s the only member of my family other than my grandmother that accepts me. If he were to end it all, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“Gerard, look at me.” I looked Frank in the eye, prompting him to continue. “He’ll be okay as long as he knows that you’re not going to give up on him. You give him hope and make him happy. Keep that up. Hold him when you think he needs it, tell him that you love him when you think he needs to hear it, and never judge him for the mistakes he makes.” Frank took my hand and sighed. “If this means that you have to spend less time with me, then that’s fine. Mikey needs you more than I do right now. Mikey needs his big brother to be right there by his side.”
I smiled and kissed Frank. “What would I do without you?”
“That’s a good question, Gerard.”
When we finally got home, it was around eleven in the evening. We crashed at Frank’s house, since Mikey and I were too tired to drive home.
Brendon agreed to wait until morning to talk with Mikey, noting that he looked extremely tired. Meanwhile, I stayed in the guest room with Mikey, holding him through the night. Normally, I would’ve been with Frank, but because of Mikey’s addiction, I wasn’t willing to leave him alone.
Even in sleep, Mikey trembled. I couldn’t tell if he was just cold or if the withdrawal was kicking in already, so I just held him close and hoped he was okay. I took a closer look at Mikey, checking for any signs of discomfort.
In spite of the shivering, Mikey’s expression was peaceful. However, his face looked bonier than it had weeks back. I felt his upper torso and discovered that I could feel his ribs, as well.
Mikey was starving himself. He was getting high and not eating, and it broke my heart. A few tears welled in my eyes as I pulled him closer to me. “I’m so sorry, Mikey. I’m so, so sorry.”
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6/20/14