"Hey are you okay? I read about frank in the papers and I was busy with my son and I couldn't fly out untill recently and are you okay?" Ray rushed out really fast.

"Yeah fine. Just fucking peachy, well come in I suppose." I said sighing and going back to the love seet. I flung my legs over one of the arms and layed my head on the other and picked my sketchbook back up and continued to shade the eye.

Ray sat in the chair next to the fireplace. "Whatcha drawing?"

"I think you know." I harshly said.

"Well gee, Gerard I was just asking. Gotta calm down."

"I will calm down when the one I love isn't dying in a cold hospital bed with out me by his side twenty-four/ seven."

He stayed silent.

"Listen man, I'm sorry. Just the break up of the band and now the accident on top of the fact I can't see Bandit anymore is just getting to my head right now. It's hard"

"Its okay man. I know that if Christa was in a hospital I would loose my shit too."

Some one finally understood.