The Hardest Part of This Is Leaving You

I was discharged a few days later, only seeing mom one time before leaving. She apologized and apologized and I sat stone faced telling her it was okay. She had dealt with the cancer the way I knew many adults to deal with their cancer ignoring it and working even harder. Mom drove me home telling me Mikey would be home soon. I was angry and sad and just generally upset, due to the the lack of mom and any type of fucking empathy, not knowing how Frank and Mikey and Gerard were doing, and most of all dealing with the elephant in the room, the cancer and the fact at some point someone was going to find out especially if I had to drop out of school. As Mom said he would Mikey got to my house after about half an hour.
He was quiet and morbid jacket always on hands thrust in his pocket, not speaking, looking near tears. After a while of an agonizing silence him standing around in my living room I spoke quietly him raising his head slightly.
"Hows Gerard?" I stared at him his eyes empty, biting his lip.
"N...n....not g...good" he croaked tears beginning to stream down his face. "H...He said it was an accident..... s...said he was drinking..... And he tried to make food and the k....knife" he made a small slicing movement across his wrist before he stopped and was clearly trembling tears now openly streaming. "S...Slipped.... I...I know him the knife didn't slip.....it couldn't have....they believed him and sent him home...." He finished timidly as I pulled him close into a hug.
"It's fine Mikey... Just like when you visited me in the hospital and told me I'd be fine..... We can go to your house and take....." He interrupted me bewildered.
"I didn't visit you...they wouldn't let me"

Notes

Ok guys I hope this makes up for the past two extremely short chapter s thank you for reading as always guys please tell me what you think and I'll have more written tomorrow