The Hardest Part Is Letting Go Of Your Dreams

I am slowly sinking in blackness, nothingness and I don't have the will to fight against it. I just let myself sink. I hear voices filtering into my ear and I feel something brush my hand, startling me from the nothingness. I sit up and open my eyes, gasping for breath. I see Frank and Dr Wentz standing over me looking relieved. "Gerard what did you need to tell me?" Dr Wentz asks once I've collected myself. "What do you remember?" I take one more shaky breath before telling them about my dream. "I remember the start. I know that really happened but the shooting and stuff... I just don't remember if it's real or not but Frank has a scar where he got hit in my dream." Dr Wentz nods and says "When do you think this night happened Gerard?" I think for a moment before saying "About a week before I started dreaming about Frank." Dr Wentz looks skeptical as he says "It's very possible you repressed such a traumatic memory and Frank was the only positive in the situation so he stuck around in your subconscious and if he sustained head injuries like you say that would explain his memory loss. I will do some research and see if I can find any evidence that any of this is fact." I nod and stand up, taking Franks hand and going back to our room. Once there I collapse onto the bed and Frank climbs ontop of me, wrapping his arms around me and snuggling into my chest. "You frightened me when you fainted baby" he says and I wrap my arms around him saying "I'm sorry babe." We lay in silence for a while, just listening to each other breathe before an orderly comes in and tells us it's time for breakfast.

Later that afternoon a nurse comes and tells us that Dr Wentz would like to see both of us in his office. When we sit down across the desk from him he looks very serious. "Gerard I did some research but before I tell you what I found I would like to know, do you recall the name of the club?" I think for a moment before I say "Altitude maybe? Something like that I know it started with an A." Dr Wentz nods and says "Yeah. Around five and a half months ago there was a triple homicide in the back room of a club called Altitude. No witnesses ever came forward and no one has been caught for the crime. I also checked records with a hospital half a mile from there and they do have records of one Frank Iero being checked in the same night." I stare at him in shock that it's actually real. "So Gerard the question I need to ask you is who committed the crime?" I shake my head and say "I can't tell you that. I need to protect myself and Frank so I can't tell you." Dr Wentz sighs, defeated, and says "I was afraid you'd say that. Very well then, I can't force you to talk." I look over at Frank and he stares at me open mouthed before saying "So we do know each other?" I smile and say "Well not really but we have met before." Dr Wentz clears his throat to get our attention and says "Well Gerard I see no reason for you to be here any longer. We have conducted many therapy sessions and I believe you have no condition that prohibits you from going home." I smile wide, excited to go home when a thought occurs to me "What about Frank? I don't want to leave here without him and he's doing so much better." Dr Wentz opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by the door opening.

Notes

Ok so I need comments....am I totally wasting my time with this story or should I keep going?