Cancer

*Gerard*
I couldn't help but feel guilty for encouraging Stephen to go into a room which he feared so badly, but it would help him. Wouldn't it?
I could still feel his shaking under my rough palm even though he had been gone for a while. I touched my face to try and steady it, running my finger tips over the gashes which had been stitched back together by a nurse with nimble fingers.
It Had been a while since I had payed attention to my wounds, I preferred not to make a big deal out of them.
As I poked and prodded at my frail broken ribs, wincing at the pain, my stomach let out a loud, low rumble which made me wonder when the last time I had eaten was. After thinking about it for some time my stomach took priority and grumbled again only louder this time.
I looked around for a nurse and when seeing them all scattered around dealing with patients who looked in worse condition than me, I decided to not bother and so flung my legs over the side of my bed.
Only, I didn't... they stayed where they were, frozen. A sense of panic welled in my chest, it felt like I was suffocating.
I tried again, and again, and again until I was too mentally exhausted for any more attempts, I cried out for a nurse, the fear plain in my voice as I choked on the word.
She stood from her crouch to look over me and saw me staring at my legs, horrified.
'Mr Way, you need to calm down' She stated. 'This will not do your condition any good'
'What Condition?!' I tossed back at her. 'what's WRONG with me?!' I cried ' WHY CAN'T I-'
'One question at a time please Mr Way.'
I imagined my hands wrapping around her fragile neck, squeezing, crushing it until it crumpled around my fingers, the skin folding as all scaffolding that it once had fell away in small fragments.
'Mr Way!' She snapped me back to attention, 'you were in your accident yes?' She continued before I could answer 'Well you damaged your spinal Cord in doing so.' She dropped her voice as pitty filled her features. 'We think it may be just temporary paralysis, but we aren't sure.' her voice picked up again, 'as for being in the ICU, that's
because when your rib snapped, it perforated your lung and so it started to fill with fluid. The surgeon did a wonderful job so you are here just to make sure your lungs won't need drained again.
Any more questions?'
I could just stare at her as she talked about my injuries, 'I can't walk,' I thought, 'what will the guys say, what will Frank, Mikey and Ray say Bob doesn't say much anyway but still, what if I can never perform again?'
I felt the nurses eyes on me as she waited for me to reply.
I shook my head as the tears began to pool and she turned slowly keeping her sorrowful eyes on my face. When she had started to walk away the door to the ward opened and Stephen was wheeled back to his spot next to mine. I wiped at my eyes quickly, removing the traces of sadness in them. Some people had it worse, and I was looking at one of them right now.
'Holy shit! Stephen what happened in there!' I called to him.
He smiled weakly at me 'Nice to see you too' He croaked at me, his head too heavy to lift.
It was like seeing a dead person, he was sickly pale, his thin hair greasy from the panicked sweat, his breaths coming short and raspy. He had a puke bowl next to him with grim looking contents sloshing with the bed. The nurse left us to it once the bed was put back on its brakes. I didn't get much conversation out of him before he leaned over to vomit up whatever bile was left in his stomach, then unconsciousness took over him and he fell asleep.

Notes

Sorry it's been so long, hope this is ok for you guys :)
I don't know anyone with cancer, but I did some research to try and get some facts to incorporate in this, so sorry for my ignorance but I hope I've done ok :)
KILLJOYS MAKE SOME NOISE!!