Bright Lights Cast A Shadow

Not even Mikey knew what exactly was going on.
The paramedics had been quick to get his body out of the bloody bathwater and onto a gurney, to cover his body with a thick blanket and wheel him out of his house and into an ambulance.
All he could do was watch and stick close to his body in his still confusing ghost-like form that nobody seemed to notice.
Gerard had followed him inside the ambulance, claiming that he was his brother, and he now stood beside Mikey's body, looking down on it, his own body shaking uncontrolably with sobs.
Mikey pitied him but there was nothing he could do and he still wanted to die. It looked pretty good on that part, the paramedics were shouting frantically and moving hurriedly.
They didn't want him to die under their watch, of course, but even they have had to recognize, that this was an almost lost cause.
'Good job', Mikey said out loud, no one could hear him anyway.
He was convinced that he was going to die in a matter of minutes and that gave him some sort of inner peace and satisfaction, which he had never felt before in that way. He was calm, awaiting death with open arms and an open mind.
He was glad to be able to escape the pain and sorrow at long last. Finally, he would leave it all behind, he didn't care if there was nothing waiting for him, no afterlife at all, or if it was hell, he'd be going to. Nothing could be worse than his life at that point.
At least in hell there would be some cool people, he thought. Not that there weren't any cool people on earth, because there were loads of them, but they were oblivious to his existence. They didn't care about him, so he had nothing to do with them.
When they arrived at the hospital, everybody was in a frenzy. They were shouting hectically, pushing his gurney through the maze of hallways with a speed that showed that they had done this many times before.
Leading in and out of his body were now many different tubes and his arms were very thickly bandaged, but blood was still seeping through the tight, white material.
Mikey was following his body and Gerard was running after him, until they reached a huge double door, with a room behind it, to which Gerard was denied access.
'But he's my little brother!', he shouted, sobbing harder than ever. A nurse came rushing towards him, to try and calm him down, wearing a sympathetic expresssion. She lead him to some nearby chairs and assured him that the doctors would do everything they could to save Mikey.
He collapsed into one of the seats with his face in his hands, still violently sobbing. He looked so miserable, it pained Mikey to see him like this.
He had decided to stay behind, too, because he didn't really need to see what they were doing to his body. He had never liked those medical shows on tv, to be honest. He didn't want to face himself that way, he was certain that he was going to die, anyway.
So instead, he was floating beside his crying brother, who was oblivious to his presence.
Mikey felt sorry for him, he wasn't a bad person and he had a heart. Gerard was mumbling under his breath 'It's all my fault, it's my fault', again and again.
Mikey reached out to him, but again, his hand went right through him.
If only he could find a way to tell Gerard that he wanted it this way and that he was content now and that he shouldn't blame himself because it was no one's fault but his own.
This was tearing at his heartstrings.
He didn't know how long he had been watching his brother, time seemed to be nonexistent, but Gerard had now stopped crying and had his phone pressed against his ear.
Mikey didn't know who he was calling but he was pretty sure that it was Frank. The two of them were pretty close friends, some people were even going as far as saying they were more than just friends, but those were only rumors.
Gerard explained to the person on the phone how he had found Mikey in the bathtub full of blood, while he began to cry silent tears again.
Mikey could tell that it was really hard on him. He could hear Gerard tell whoever was on the phone how he blamed himself for the suicide attempt. He insisted that he should have seen it coming and should have done something to prevent it.
'He is my little brother and I love him so much! I can't lose him, Frank, I really can't! We used to be the best of friends, if he succeeds I might just follow him. I can't leave my baby brother alone.'
Oh, so it was Frank on the other end of the line. Wait, what else did he just say? He can't mean it, it must be the shock speaking through him.
Apparently, Gerard cared more than Mikey ever gave him credit for, but it was true, they really were the best of friends, growing up.
Mikey had actually missed his easy going friendship with his brother.
But that didn't matter now. It was too late and he didn't regret ending his life. Only if it would lead into Gerard's death, too.
He was too deep in thought to notice the doctor coming towards them, so he jumped, when he heared him clear his throat.
'Mr Way?', he asked, looking at Gerard with a serious expression.

Notes

I'm sorry that it took so long again, but I was not in the right place of mind to write. Do tell me what you think about it anyway, please