Cancer

-Gerard-
I fell asleep that after noon listening to his ragged breaths, focusing on the constant beeping of his monitor.
My dreams were haunted by the morphine dripping into my system. My memories being clouded by the drug.
My old world formed around me, misting into shapes and faces.
-'Gerard' some one called, the voice sounding distant but memorable.
A face appeared to match the voice...Frank.
'Gerard put it down...' He said, walking slowly towards me, palms open to me, his black hair falling over his clouded face, his brown eyes burning with intensity.
I shook my head and took another gulp from the bottle which was tightly cradled in my hand.
'c'mon man, please.' Another voice pleaded to me. I looked around for the face to match the higher tone of my friend, Ray, and spotted the familiar bounce of his wild hair.
A sudden burst of air rushed up from below me, grabbing my attention to focus on my surroundings. I looked down from where I was perching on a high point and saw rushing water below me. I tilted my head upwards to get a view of where exactly I was and was met with the glare of the city lights on metal.
The picture faded in completely and I realised that I was standing on the edge of a bridge, my toes peeping over the concrete below my feet.
'Gerard, please' Frank's voice penetrated my subconscious once more, 'please, just step back and give me the bottle. You have too much to live for. Please.' He tried to reason with me.
I spoke out without my knowing, my own voice startling me, making me sound strangled and rough. 'I'm sorry ,Frank' I began to cry, the tears flowing freely, 'but I can't do that' I took another slug from the bottle in my hand, my lips firmly pressed to the top.
'I love you guys.' I choked, then my feet started moving of their own accord, taking me over the edge.
'Gerard!!' Frank's wail was cut off as I plummeted towards the depths below.-
I sat up gasping for air, the wires tugging on the skin that they were imbedded in, writhing in pain I quickly lay back down trying to reduce the pressure on my injuries. Crying out, I looked over to Stephen who lay with his eyes shut, his bowl, with fresh bile lying in it sitting next to him, I looked to his monitor and when convinced that he was alive and well, I shut my eyes once more and drifted back to sleep.

Notes

Argh in ran out of ideas!!!
Hope it's ok though so Yeh
KILLJOYS MAKE SOME NOISE!!