You only hear the music when your heart begins to break

*Mikey's POV*

I can't believe he did this. After all this time, he's fallen off the fuckin wagon again.. and with ABSINTHE, no less.
That fuckin cashier argued the toss with us for five FUCKIN minutes over getting that door opened.. and now my brother's laying, unresponsive on the bathroom floor.
If he dies, I'm gonna beat that spotty teenager that kept me from Gee, until not even his own MAMA will recognise him.
Gee just puked.. he NEARLY choked on it, til we turned him over.. Why isn't he waking up? "Frank.." I turned to look at the shorter guy, as he fidgeted and chewed his thumbnail. He looked like he was gonna cry.. No, wait.. He already was ".. What happened Frank?.. What did you say THIS time?" I TRIED to keep my cool, but this is serious, and I'm really worried about Gee.
Frank's eyes widened, he looked like a deer, caught in the headlights. Now I REALLY wanted to know what he'd said. Frank remained silent as I stood up from Gerard's side and advanced on him. I thought for a moment that he was gonna run away.. but he didn't. Instead, he dropped his head to stare at his shoes, and mumbled a reply. I didn't hear him, and asked him to repeat himself "I SAID..." He answered strongly, then seemed to shrink with shame ".. I said.. he was.." He sobbed heavily, his whole body starting to shake ".. Pathetic.."
The next thing I knew, Frank was out cold on the floor, and my knuckles were covered in blood.. not sure who's.
I returned to Gerard's side, kneeling next to his head, opposite a slightly frowning Ray, and resumed my efforts to wake my big brother up.
Ray suggested we called an ambulance, but I said "No", as that would PROBABLY end up with the press finding out about Gerard's relapse, and we ALL wanted to avoid that if we could. Besides, the only injury he had, was a cut on his wrist, and THAT wasn't very deep.. He'd most likely passed out as he started to cut.. THANK FUCK!!
"Mikey?.." Ray grabbed my hand and I looked in his eyes ".. You didn't have to keep hitting him.." He nodded toward Frank's immobile body, laid there, a few feet away ".. He didn't fight back"
I scoffed "He had it coming.." I looked down at Gee ".. Let's get him back to the bus"
Between us, we carried Gerard outside. To be honest, it would've only taken one of us.. When did he get so damn skinny?.. God.. Something ELSE for me to worry about.
Once we were back on board, we lay him down in his bunk and I started cleaning and dressing his wrist.
A few minutes later, Ronnie huffed his way over, with our unconscious rhythm guitarist in his arms, and dumped him in his bunk "Don't hurt him any more, or he won't be able to play tomorrow" He muttered, then walked away.
Half hour later, we were on the road again. Gerard was still out of it, but Frank was stirring. All I can say is- He better stay far, THE FUCK, away from me!...

Notes

Hi chipmunks, Geesgirl here!..
I was supposed to write this a while back, but I got caught up with my other fics.. So here it is, sorry I kept you all waiting.. Hope we didn't lose anyone since the last chapter.
Please comment, we'd LOVE to hear from you..
Peace out babies
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