SOMEONE Save Us

I didn't get much time to process everything that had just been said to me, because soon enough Gerard can rolling in with his sexy ass self. (Well the bright side is that now I can say that without mentally murdering myself). By the way, when I say he can rolling in, he literally came rolling in. Apparently my mother had bought Mikey a pair of vintage VANS wheelies. Cus you know a 15 year old boy who was drooling blood really needs a pair of shoes to roll around in, good thinking mommy. And of course Gerard and Mikey were close in foot sizing, so that's even better, Mikey wouldn't even be the first person to wear his vintage fatalities waiting to happen.

Gerard quickly picked up on how to ride the shoes because he slid in like a fucking ice dancer in skates. At least he's a fast learner. And plus he wasn't speeding or anything, he was just very graceful.

"Ohh Michael!!" He sang. "Looks like you won't be walking out of here after all...you'll be ROLLING!" Gerard did everything but fall over laughing. Mikey was not as amused by his brother's term twister.

"Really Gerard, seriously? You don't even know what's wrong with me, nevermind if I'm ever gonna leave this room and you still make jokes?!" He seemed annoyed as fuck but still calm.

"Shut Up! Don't even acknowledge that non possibility, it will never exist thus it will never happen!" Gerard quickly went from tears of laughter to steam out of his ears.

Mikey was silent. Gerard was huffy and clearly irritated. I decided that I was getting bored of not talking.

"So where's my mom Gee?"

He perked up his head almost instantaneously." Oh right! She's out, she said something about needing to clean up the new space for Mikes and how us boys would do well to have some 'boy time"

"Wait! What new space for me?" Mikey said without a second to spare for a breath.

"Oh shit, I didn't tell you yet. I thought I did, well anyway since mom and father are being two asswipes, Franks mom decided that we could stay with her as long as needed--"

"That's not what she said Gerard. She said as long as you WANT not NEED! Precision of language!" I cut in, just to make it clear that they were 100% welcome to call my humble abode their home.

"Right, so yeah you and I are going to stay with Frank for a bit, at least until I can find some stability for us to get by on." He continued.

It hurt me that he was so overly independent even though he didn't need nor want to be. I mean who wants to worry about supporting both yourself and a younger sibling at eight fucking teen!?!

Mikey smiled a weak smile at the news, then it kind of faded and his face went blank.

"Mikes? You okay?" I questioned.

"Uh, yeah, I'm just really...t-tired...I-I d-don't f-f-feel.." He was cut out by the sudden blackout that overtook his whole body.

Gerard rapidly rolled to the doorway and called for a nurse, meanwhile I was looking at the machine monitor that was calculating Mikey's heartbeat. It was rising and falling really fast and it was just everywhere. The nurses came running in seconds later and the two of us just stood in a corner, avoiding the very chance of getting in the way. After about a minute of nurses rushing back and forth and talking their fancy medical language, a doctor in a white lad coat and black scrubs came jogging in. One of the shorter nurses came over to us and ushered us out of the room. Gerard almost started a protest but I looked at him with a "it'll only waste time" look, he closed up his bottom lip and followed me out.

Once he and I were sat in the empty hallway, only a few medical staff around the corners, he started crying, which lead to hyperventilating , which lead to violent shaking, and then I realized. Gerard was having a level 3 panic attack. SHIT! I'd only experienced those motherfuckers, I'd never stopped someone else's. Well, mom would usually lay me on the floor, then she'd talk to me and hold me really tight to stop the impulsive shaking, and then she'd tell me to close my eyes. Once the shakes had gone away, she'd sit me up and put my head between my knees to steady my breathing and finally she'd hug me until the point where I could actually speak. Alright, time for action!

I lightly grabbed Gee by his rib area and placed him on the ground along the side of the wall. He shook like a possessed person, hot damn!! It was just as bad as mine. Never thought that was possible, ugh FUCK BACK TO WORK FRANK!!! I quickly picked up his torso and held him super tight in my lap.

"Gee, don't worry he'll be okay, just calm down. C'mon just breathe. The control is in your fingers, you just have to find it and pull it through. Shh it's not your fault, he's gonna be fine, just close your eyes and focus on the sounds." I spoke to him.

It took about 7 minutes but after a lot of talking a repetition, his shakes finally went away.

"Good, good job hun. Now just keep your eyes closed and keep focusing, I'm just gonna sit you up okay? We're just gonna sit against the wall." I gently said as I slowly sat him upright.

He kept his eyes closed, so at least I knew his mind was still focused while I readjusted him. "Okay, now I just want you to try and put your head between your knees to help your breathing."

He complied and his head hesitantly lowered and soon enough his breathing was just above normal pace. Yes! I had a silent, mental, personal victory. I'd just helped another human through what seems to feel like death. AND the human was Gerard!! Score one for Frank, if I do say so myself. Well, I was a bit stoked but I was still weary of Gee, so my celebration was short. When he's breathing had completely smoothed over he sat up by his own free will. He waited for a few seconds and regained some energy. Then, literally OUT OF NOWHERE, he grabbed me and hugged me. It was just like the one form before, when we first came to the hospital, but this time was more...trusting. Almost as if he'd told me his deepest secrets and I accepted them and embraced them, and now he trusted me with anything. BUT I'm probably over analyzing, it was most likely just because he felt as if I saved his life. That's usually how I feel afterward toward my mom.

He finally released his two arm grasp and looked up at me. His head was resting on my shoulder and his body was turned so it was leaning against the wall.

"Frank.."

"Gee"

He giggled weakly. "What were you telling me...about the control being in my fingers?"

"Oh that, it's just something my mom told me. You see, during a panic attack your body is so busy shaking all major body parts that smaller ones like fingers, toes and even wrists aren't really shaking, they're really just moving as a result of your arms and hands and legs shaking. Therefore, you still have minor control in your body." I smiled.

"Hmm.." He playfully shook his arm for simulation."Whoa, you're right!"

He seemed to be side tracked for the moment, I decided not to remind him of what might be happening on the other side of the white door in front of us. As long as he's calm, all we could really do was hope and wish. C'mon Mikey I need you to pull through here, we need you, he needs you!

Notes

Kisses and Laser Guns with Fuzz Pedals
Thanks For Reading!!!
-AToxicKilljoy