I'm Not Okay

****** Franks P.O.V***********

"What!" I'm yelled at my mom, "I'm only thirty-two weeks along, I can't be in labor."

"Frank relax." My mother told me in a calm voice, "I'm gonna call your doctor and ask, don't stress out or you'll just make things worse, okay?"

"Okay." I said, my mother then took my phone and left the room to call my doctor. While she was away I laid down on my back and started to take deep breaths, she was right, stressing out would only make things worse.

"Okay Frank, I got off the phone with Dr. Shannon, she told me a few things you can do to see if we can stop this but if it doesn't work we need to go to the hospital."

"Why can't we just go the hospital now?"

"Because she is still with other patients, she needs to be there for another hour then after that she's all yours." She told me and I nodded.
"She gave me a list if things to do so let's start by having you go to the bathroom," she said the helped me to the bathroom.

Once I used the bathroom and laid back down she told me to lay on my left side and stay off my back. She also made me drink a lot of water; apparently all these things help slow down premature labor if you're in it. I tried to relax and be happy but the whole hour nothing worked, I still felt the contractions and I feared Bryce might be born early. At the end of the hour my phone rang and my mom answered it for me; it was Dr. Shannon, my mom told her I still felt this way and she told me to come into the hospital.

"Okay Frank, do you have an overnight bag for you and the baby?" My mom asked.

I shook my head. "No I-I don't even have a car seat yet, M-Mikey and I were just looking but we didn't buy one yet." I was starting to freak out.


"Shhh, baby." She said then sat on the bed with me and pulled me into her loving arms and let me cry, "Everything is gonna be okay, you will be just fine and so will my grandson, okay?"

I wiped away my tears and nodded.

"Okay, I'm gonna pack your overnight bag and when were at the hospital waiting, we can send Mikey out to pick up the car seat and get the baby's going home outfit."

"Thanks mom."

"Anything for you baby." She said then kissed my forehead, "now let's get you into the car." She said then assisted me down the stairs and into my car, it was only a little bit of walking and since I was already in labor it was okay.

Before we left we grabbed my hoddie and pillow and then headed off to the hospital. Dr. Shannon informed one of the nurses that I was coming so she stood outside the hospital with a wheel chair and led me into my room, I got a few stares form people; but I didn't expect anything less, I was a dude hugging a pillow while being wheedled inside a hospital. When we got to my room I changed into the clothes they have me and waited for Dr. Shannon to come in.

"Oh we didn't call to tell Gerard and Mikey!" My mom said as she searched for a phone.

"Don't, Gerard's getting stitches and I don't want him to rush getting them done."

"Frankie are you sure, I mean that's his baby who might be coming earlier than we expected."

"I'll call Mikey and have him not tell Gerard until he's all healed up. Plus there in the hospital anyways so it will be okay.

"Alright..." She said handing me my phone.

********* Mikey's P.O.V********

"You're a selfish bastard." Lynz spat at Gerard.

"And you're fucking crazy bitch." He replied.

They were both sitting in the back of the car while I drove to the hospital, Gerard had some paper towels against where he was stabbed as he tried to stop or at least slow the bleeding down. He was also back there in case she tried any funny business as I was driving; she didn't do anything but the entire time I was driving they were throwing insults at each other... It was like they were brother and sister.

"What do you see in him anyways, I have everything he has nothing."

"He has a heart, he's kind and caring and puts others before his own needs and I love him. And on top of that he has a penis and we both knew I was gay before we got married."

"And we both tried to change the fact that you're gay, don't act like it was solely my idea to get married. I was just fighting for our marriage."

"By stabbing me with a knife?"

"It was intended for you...” She muttered under her breath.

"Whatever Lynz, were done and we have been for months and you know that."

She didn't say anything. No one did as we got closer to the hospital.

"I won't press charges against you if you honestly tell me if you took your pills." Gerard offered.

"No I didn't, I don't need them."

"Lynz... You have Schizoaffective Disorder, that's pretty much a combination of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, you need your meds. How long have you been off them?"

"Since you left."

"Lynz..." He sounded really guilty.

"Just shut up Gerard, none of this would have ever happens if you didn't use me as your beard."

After that Gerard stayed silent until we arrived at the hospital. When we did, I grabbed Lynz by the shoulders and guided her to the front desk of the ER, Gerard was struggling to keep up, the paper towel was now soaked with his blood.

“How may I help you?” The lady at the front desk asked, she was giving us a weird look. I mean I would to because one guy was limping and holding his side and the other was escorted and girl being restrained by a belt.

“She hasn’t been taking her meds and when my brother severed her with divorce papers she kinda lost it and stabbed him with a kitchen knife and he hasn’t stopped bleeding.” I explained, she immediately called for help and had Lynz taken to the mental ward of the hospital.

Gerard was seen immediately but when they went to sew him up they noticed the cut wasn’t clean and they found some food on his wound… Apparently Frank doesn’t do such a good job at cleaning his dishes.

“Alright Mr. Way,” The doctor said as he came by, “We need to disinfect the cut before we can close you, and by the looks of it, its gonna be quite a few stitches, maybe thirty or thirty-five.”

“How long is this gonna take? I need to go home to someone.” Gerard asked.

“Don’t worry Mr. Way your wife is in the mental ward and will be staying there for evaluation for about a week so you’re in no rush.”

“Uh, our friend is about to have a baby and has been put on bed rest, like they can’t get out of bed and we’ve been taking care of them and we don’t wanna leave them alone. The due date is coming closer to were more worried.” I explained.

“I understand, we’ll try to make this quick, but since the wound in on your upper abdomen you shouldn’t lift anything heavy for about two weeks. And since you’re helping with a pregnant lady, don’t lift the baby for about two weeks.”

“Okay.” Gerard agreed.

“Anytime, he said then walked away.”

“Two weeks shouldn’t matter,” Gerard said when the doctor left, “Frankie isn’t due for another five to seven weeks.”

I opened my mouth to respond to him but I was cut short by my phone ringing. It was Frank.

Notes

I don't know how I feel about this chapter :/ but baby Bryce should be here in about 2 maybe 3 more chapters.

Till next we meet my killjoys