We Don't Fight Fair

I hung up the phone and tugged on Frank's sleeve.his head lolled over with his eyes still closed "Frankie, they have news on Mikey." We walked hugging each other to the car. I took a little while get there. I tried to remain calm on the outside, but I was screaming in panic on the inside.

I went up to the reception desk and got one of the nurse's attention. "Hello, we're here for Mikey Way." I said hurriedly. Ahe leaned across the counter and pointed out a room all the way at the end. "Room 22." she said in a high pitched voice.

We walked in to find doctors swarm a very broken looking Mikey. "Are you Gerard Way?" One asked. "Uh, yeah." "And who's this?" One gestured to Frank. "Family only, please. Sir can you wait outside for a moment?" He reluctantly retreated to the waiting room. A doctor pulled me aside. "I'm Dr. Coler." She introduced herself. "So it seems that your brother's body couldn't cope with the surgery. He's lost so much blood already." She pushed her burnette hair back from her face. "How long have you been working today?" I blurted out. "Um, since 4 o'clock this morning. I can still help here, if that's what you're worried about." Her pale face enhanced the purple underneath her eyes.

"Oh, no you just look tired." She smiled sympathetically. "Actually, Mr. Way, your brother just isn't responding to any medication. The blade punctured his stomach and sliced his liver. We're going to put him into a coma, just to give his body the chance to strengthen enough to handle the surgery needed. What I'm saying is that he doesn't have a great chance of living."

"He doesn't have a great chance of living." That took a minute. I walked out of the room, tears overflowing over my eyes. I didn't even need to blink. Frank, who was leaning against a wall with his head down, saw me and came up to meet me. "He doesn't have a great chance of living." I whispered to him. I felt so numb.

*time lapse to 3 weeks later*

Mikey had been unconscious for 3 and a half weeks now. Mom probably didn't even know about it, but I did. And my God, did that kill me. We got a notice from th doctors. He has been in the same state for the entire stay. They had to either do something drastic, which I was totally against, or kill him. Today was the day that I decided. Of course I told them to do something drastic.

I didn't even know what this procedure was. All I knew was that he could die.

After the procedure, we were allowed in to see him. What I didn't catch was that both of us were allowed in. That hasn't happened at all yet. Then, a wave of realization hit me. And I was drowning in it. We were visiting Mikey. For the last time.

My baby brother was going to die in front of me.

Or... He could be doing miraculously better. The one shred of hope I had left was all I had left. And I was planning on fighting for it.

We walked in to find Mikey pale, rail thin, and with disoriented eyes. Wait, eyes? He was awake!! Frank and I pounced on him, one of us on the left side of the mattress, the other on the right. Yes, we were all in the bed together (*wink*) and we showered him in hugs and kisses and tears. He smiled weakly and started to speak. "I'm really happy to see you guys. I mean, I almost didn't make it-" "No! No no more of that. Youre okay now. Just like I knew you'd be." I didn't want to hear that. We climbed off his bed, and shared the chair.

"Mikes, I really love you." I said out of nowhere. "Love tou too, Gee. And you, Frank. Friendly love, of course." We giggled again, and began to drift off. It was 3 am. I listened to the steady "beep" on Mikey's heart rate. The thing that told us all loud and proud that Mikey Way will continue on. I was shaken out of my thoughts by an indescribably horrorfying sound. From the same machine I was talking about.

"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP"

Notes

Oh how I love cliffhangers! So I hope I can my MCR CDs back now! But thanks for reading, and feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome!

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-Erinosaur <3