Why MCR Really Broke Up
Panic! in California
*Franks POV*
I heard a gunshot coming from Gerard's room and immediately assumed the worst. Lyn-Z had finally gone crazy and shot him. I sprinted towards his room as fast as I could. I saw Lyn-Z running there too, so I guess she hadn't done it after all. Which can only mean one thing, he shot himself...
We arrived at the door at the same time and immediately began slamming on it and willing for it to open and him to be okay, but there was no answer. I slammed into it at full force and grinned as the lock broke and the door flew open. My grin quickly disappeared when I saw Gerard's unconcious body laying on the ground surrounded by a pool of blood. I ran over and checked his pulse, which was surprisingly strong.
"Lyn-Z, call 911! Now," I shouted frantically.
"Okay. Oh my God. Does he still have a pulse? Is he still breathing. This is all my fault," she cried in despair.
"He's got a pulse, and he's breathing normally. I hope to whoever may be out there that he's going to be okay. It's not your fault, don't think that."
What if he's paralyzed? I hated to think of my poor lively Gee in that way.
"The ambulance is on it's way. Oh god. Why did this happen? Oh god, what will Bandit do.." she was clearly very upset.
"I fucked up your relationship, and Bandit's life. He tried to kill himself because I just had to convince him to let me top this time. Blame me." I sighed.
"Frank, it's no more your fault than it is mine. He's still alive and that's what matters. We'll get him to the hospital and they'll make him well again. I shouldn't have freaked out. I knew it was happening for years, but I was in denial," she admitted guiltily.
"YOU KNEW TOO???"
"What do you mean too? Jamia knew?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah. Is it THAT obvious?!?" I was very confused as to how everyone could have known.
"Well yeah. To anyone that knew you both." she sighed.
"Oh." Just then, Gerard cried out in pain, as he apparently was regaining conciousness.
Lyn-Z walked out of the room apologetically, I knew she could never handle to see anyone in pain, and Gerard's groans were getting louder. Thankfully, I could hear the sound of sirens approaching and hoped he wouldn't be in too much pain until they could get to him. He so beautiful, I can't watch him suffer. I can't even begin to imagine what was running through his head when he did that. He must've really hated himself for what he did with me. He probably hates me too, after all it had been my idea.
I heard Lyn-Z open the door and direct the paramedics to where we were. I was crying when they got into the room as they checked his vital signs. I continued crying as they loaded him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. I held onto his hand the whole ride to the hospital despite the warnings that it may cause his brain too much stress. I felt as though he may slip away if I let go, as if I was giving him life by holding his hand. I knew that wasn't the case, but hey I could hope right?
The ride to the hospital took forever and I couldn't help but panic. The paramedics were probably fighting off the urge to strangle me. When we did finally get there, i jumped out the back and ran down the hall with Gerard, still holding his hand. They brought him into surgery and I was forced to wait in the hall in an uncomfortable chair. After about 6 hours of no news, I fell asleep.
I heard a gunshot coming from Gerard's room and immediately assumed the worst. Lyn-Z had finally gone crazy and shot him. I sprinted towards his room as fast as I could. I saw Lyn-Z running there too, so I guess she hadn't done it after all. Which can only mean one thing, he shot himself...
We arrived at the door at the same time and immediately began slamming on it and willing for it to open and him to be okay, but there was no answer. I slammed into it at full force and grinned as the lock broke and the door flew open. My grin quickly disappeared when I saw Gerard's unconcious body laying on the ground surrounded by a pool of blood. I ran over and checked his pulse, which was surprisingly strong.
"Lyn-Z, call 911! Now," I shouted frantically.
"Okay. Oh my God. Does he still have a pulse? Is he still breathing. This is all my fault," she cried in despair.
"He's got a pulse, and he's breathing normally. I hope to whoever may be out there that he's going to be okay. It's not your fault, don't think that."
What if he's paralyzed? I hated to think of my poor lively Gee in that way.
"The ambulance is on it's way. Oh god. Why did this happen? Oh god, what will Bandit do.." she was clearly very upset.
"I fucked up your relationship, and Bandit's life. He tried to kill himself because I just had to convince him to let me top this time. Blame me." I sighed.
"Frank, it's no more your fault than it is mine. He's still alive and that's what matters. We'll get him to the hospital and they'll make him well again. I shouldn't have freaked out. I knew it was happening for years, but I was in denial," she admitted guiltily.
"YOU KNEW TOO???"
"What do you mean too? Jamia knew?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah. Is it THAT obvious?!?" I was very confused as to how everyone could have known.
"Well yeah. To anyone that knew you both." she sighed.
"Oh." Just then, Gerard cried out in pain, as he apparently was regaining conciousness.
Lyn-Z walked out of the room apologetically, I knew she could never handle to see anyone in pain, and Gerard's groans were getting louder. Thankfully, I could hear the sound of sirens approaching and hoped he wouldn't be in too much pain until they could get to him. He so beautiful, I can't watch him suffer. I can't even begin to imagine what was running through his head when he did that. He must've really hated himself for what he did with me. He probably hates me too, after all it had been my idea.
I heard Lyn-Z open the door and direct the paramedics to where we were. I was crying when they got into the room as they checked his vital signs. I continued crying as they loaded him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. I held onto his hand the whole ride to the hospital despite the warnings that it may cause his brain too much stress. I felt as though he may slip away if I let go, as if I was giving him life by holding his hand. I knew that wasn't the case, but hey I could hope right?
The ride to the hospital took forever and I couldn't help but panic. The paramedics were probably fighting off the urge to strangle me. When we did finally get there, i jumped out the back and ran down the hall with Gerard, still holding his hand. They brought him into surgery and I was forced to wait in the hall in an uncomfortable chair. After about 6 hours of no news, I fell asleep.
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