Hell or High Water

Frank opened his eyes only to see Gerard bleeding out. Frank gasped and jumped out of the bed, getting in front of Gerard.
“GERARD!” Frank yelled, putting pressure on the wounds. An icy cold hand grabbed his shoulder. Frank looked up only to see Mikey, but he was different. His hair was cut short and dyed black. Mikey had paint on his face that represented a skeleton’s face and he wore what seemed to be an black marching band outfit. Black wings fluttering behind him.
“It isn’t his Frank. I will get help but keep pressure on the wounds.” Mikey sighed and disappeared.
“Gerard. Stay awake. I need you to stay awake.” Frank pleaded. Gerard opened his eyes slightly as his head swayed back and forth.
“F-frank…” Gerard mumbled. Alex, Bob, Ray and three emts ran in. They wrapped Gerard’s wrists and placed him on the stretcher.
“Frank, you need to come with us.” Ray said pulling Frank off the floor. Frank quickly grabbed the note and the gloves. He followed the EMTs and climbed in the back of the ambulance. The ride to the hospital was a quiet one, full of tension. Once they pulled up into the hospital the EMTs rushed out and carried Gerard with them. Frank followed them inside and was about to follow them into ER but was pulled aside by one of the nurses.
“You can’t go in there.”
“Why the hell not!?” Frank yelled.
“Because you’ll be a distraction and go get cleaned up, you’re scaring the people waiting.” The nurse advised. Frank looked at his hands that were covered in blood and sighed. He walked to the bathroom and turned the tap on. Frank poured some soap into his hands and washed them turning the water into a dark orange. Ray walked in with a handful of clothes and sat them on the counter.
“I figured you’d want to get out of those.” Frank’s clothes were in fact cover in his and Gerard’s blood.
“Thanks.” Frank muttered and pulled the sticky clothes off. “So how is he?”
“He’s getting the cuts stitched and his stomach pumped.” Ray sighed, leaning against the sink. “But I’m and sure if he’ll survive.” Frank look at Ray through the mirror and glared.
“He will live.” Frank growled. Ray raised a brow.
“Why do you care Iero?”
“Because it’s my fault. It always is my fault...I shouldn't have told him about Mikey.”
“As in his baby brother?”
“No his fucking mother. Yes his baby brother dumbass!” Frank snapped pulling the clothes Ray had brought him on. Ray rolled his eyes.
“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault. Gerard already had severe depression and was always on suicide watch. There was nothing wrong with him until he admitted.” Ray muttered and grabbed a couple paper towels. He got them wet and walked over to Frank. “Stay still.” Ray grumbled and started wiping all the blood of Frank’s face. Frank hissed and smacked Ray’s hand away.
“Dude! Let me do it.” Frank grumbled taking the rags out of his hand. He wiped the rest of the blood off of his face and tossed the bloody rags in the trash. Now that all the blood was cleared up Frank could see the damage Gerard had caused. His nose was bent at an odd angle, his jaw was dark purple and most of his face was still swollen.
“Want some ice?” Ray sighed. Frank nodded and followed Ray out. He flopped down on the small couch and instantly regretted it. His bruised ribs he the arm of the couch causing a sharp pain to shoot through his side. “Shit!” Frank gasped in pain. He sat up and readjusted himself. Frank sighed and pulled the gloves out of his pocket. He pulled them on and rubbed his hands together. Ray came out with a bag of ice and tossed it at an unsuspecting Frank. It hit Frank in the face.
“Dude! What the fuck!?” Frank yelled rubbing his face. Ray chuckled nervously.
“Whoops. Uh..well there’s your ice. Alex will be staying here with you but Bob and I have to go back to the ward.”
“Yeah whatever.” Frank grumbled holding the to his face. Alex and Bob walked out from the E.R. and over to the two.
“You ready?” Bob asked grabbing Ray’s hand.
“Yeah. See you two later.” Ray smiled sadly and followed Bob out. Alex sat down next to Frank and groaned.
“How’s the face?” Alex asked looking over at Frank.
“Gerard tried to kill himself and THAT’S what you’re asking me.” Frank snapped. Alex sighed and looked at the skeleton gloves that Frank put on.
“Did Ray give those to you?” Alex inquired.
“No.” Frank scoffed and changed positions. After sitting for what seemed like hours a doctor walked out.
“Frank Iero and Alex Gaskarth?” Frank jumped up and ran over to him.
“Is Gerard okay!? Is he alive!?” Frank yelled shaking the man’s shoulders.
“Yes Mr. Iero! He’s going to live but he is in a coma. Those pills had a severe effect on him along with the blood loss. Since it is an induced coma we can wake him up at any time but until his cuts heal we will not take him out until further notice.” The doctor sighed. Frank paused and sighed.
“Fuck. How great is his chance of living?”
“There’s a 50/50 chance that he may and survive. But I’m leaning toward him living, the drugs thankfully did not make it fully into his system.” Frank sighed in relief and looked up. Mikey was leaning against the doorway with a small smile.
“How long will he be here?” Frank asked, his eyes trained on Mikey.
“At most six weeks, you can go in and see him but I need to have a word with Mr. Gaskarth. Mr. Way’s room is 311.” Frank nodded and strolled down the halls with Mikey hot on his tail. Once he got to the right room Frank barged in and gasped.

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