Gerard's POV

I managed not to slam the door due to the fact that it was a hospital but I couldnt stop myself from punching the wall. I was so fucking angry. A nurse passing by gave me a look so I tried to calm myself down. I rubbed my fists together as I started doing an angry march to Pete and Mikey's room. When I got inside, I only found Pete looking pissed off and worried in his bed.

"Where's Mikey?"
"Surgery. They found internal bleeding and there is a chance its his liver,"Pete grumbled.
"What?! How- what happened?"I rushed over and sat on the edge of his bed.
"He uh, he woke up in pain and the nurses came in and took him out. Someone came in a few minutes ago telling me what had happened,"Pete sighed.
"Do you know where they took him?"I stood up and started walking to the door.
"No. Find him Gerard. Make sure he's okay,"Pete called.

Once I was outside I looked around for signs and found them. Surgery was up on the next floor. I started running. I ran as fast as I could, flying into the lift and somehow stopping myself before I hit the other side. I bent over, panting as I waited for the lift to go up. The doors dinged open and I darted out.

The first nurse I saw I ran up to her,"Excuse me! Can you tell me where Michael Way is?"
"Take a left up that way then a right. He's in the third surgical unit,"She smiled sweetly at me.
"Thank you,"I puffed before taking off. I skidded to a halt when I reached the third window looking down into the surgical ward. There were a few nurses and a few doctors. I couldn't really tell the difference. Mikey was on the table, his stomach uncovered and open, showing off his insides. I couldnt see much from this far away. But it was enough. I took one last look at him before going to find a seat.

-time lapse-

"Gerard Way?"Someone pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?"I jumped up and stared desperately at the male nurse.
"Your brothers going to be okay. We found the source of the bleeding, stitched it up and gave him a transfusion."
"Can I see him?"

"He's on his way back to his room right now. He's asleep though and we reccommend not waking him up. He needs his rest,"He smiled at me then started walking away. I started to follow him but then I realised that he wasn't going to Mikey's room so I altered my course and made my way back.
"Gerard he's gonna be okay,"Pete cried as soon as I walked in the door.

"I know, Pete,"I smiled and sat down on a chair. Mikey's pale face looked gaunt and horrible in this light. His eyes were sunken in like he hadnt slept in weeks and his breathing was shallow.
I closed my eyes and slowly let out a sigh of relief.
"What's going on?"Mikey croaked.

My head jerked up and my eyes opened. Mikey was awake,"Mikey. How do you feel?"
"Sore. My side is aching,"Mikey groaned as a nurse walked in.
"We've got something for that,"She smiled and went to his drip. She fiddled around with something and a few seconds later Mikey smiled deeply.
"Now thats the stuff,"He smiled,"Wanna tell me what happened after we left the tunnels?"

"Well um. Its all a bit of a blur. We brought everyone out and the ambulances were waiting for us. You guys all went to have stuff done and I- I told the cops everything..."I watched Mikey's face, preparing myself for a yelling. But none came. He just nodded understandingly. Pete, however, was not so understanding.
"You what?!"Pete shouted.
"Pete leave him alone, what else did you expect him to do?"Mikey sighed.
"Not get us all thrown in prison, thats for sure."

"Tell me how you would explain 8 dead bodys, a shit tonne of weapons and god knows what else..."I grumbled.
Pete looked away and muttered a sorry.
"Have you spoken to Frank?"Mikey asked quietly.
"Yes."
Mikey looked at me, waiting for me to go on but I didnt. I just left him to wonder as I slowly fell into an uncomfortable sleep.

-time lapse-

Sommeone was shouting at me. Telling me to wake up. It took me a second to realise that it wasnt a dream, someone was actually yelling at me to wake up. I opened my eyes and took a look around. Pete was in front of me, talking complete nonsense.
"Gerard!"He slapped me.
"Fuck! Fuck off, Pete,"I shoved him away.

"Gerard the cops are coming in an hour for you. They called the hospital. A nurse came in and said they believe your story and they're giving you an hour to say goodbye to everyone because when they take us all in they're splitting us up."
"But I- fuck... Fuck!"I jumped to my feet. Mikey was sitting up in bed doing something on his phone,"What time is it?"
"Almost half seven in the morning,"Mikey muttered.
"Jesus... That was the worst sleep I have ever had,"I groaned and rubbed at my eyes.

"Gerard go talk to Ray and Bob. You havent been to see them at all and they want to talk to you,"Mikey said without looking up.
"Right. Okay... I'll uh... I'll be back."
"Dont be late okay? I want to say goodbye to you."
"Dont worry I wont be,"I tried to give them a reassuring smile but failed. I could feel the sense of impending doom sinking into me. I closed the door and found my way to Bob and Ray.

"Gerard! What the hell is going on?"Ray said as I walked in.
"I uh... I've got an hour to say goodbye to everyone."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I told the cops everything, they believe me and they're coming to get me in just under an hour."

"Oh... Right... What about us?"Ray asked quietly.
"I'm not sure... I think the police will ask you all questions and find out just what you're guilty of or whatever..."I came and leant against his bed. Bob was in the next one, snoring softly.
"Are the others okay?"
"Yeah. Mikey had a few problems but is fine now. Pete's leg and ribs are on the mend and Frank is... dealing."

"Have you talked to him?"
"Yes,"I looked over to Bob who was just waking up.
"Gerard? Whats going on?"He croaked.
"I'll explain later for you. Gerard, why are you saying goodbye?"Ray shushed Bob.
"Whatever happens to us, they're planning on splitting us up."
"Oh...Well you probably have a few other people to see so we wont waste your time,"Ray said quietly.

"You guys are my best friends. You would never be wasting my time,"I gave them both a watery smile, shocked to feel the tears already running down my face. I leaned down and hugged Ray tightly, struggling to keep his hair out of my mouth. Then I hugged Bob who looked like a depressed puppy. I had never seen the sensitive side of him. He always had a shell of sarcasm.

"We can write to each other, yeah? And- you'll get out before us because you havent killed anyone. But we'll all get out and then we can start the band up again. Its all gonna be fine,"Bob sniffed. I nodded and slowly backed away from them, waving sadly. Before I lost it I left.

-time lapse-

"I dont know whats going to happen... But the minute we are all free, we're meeting up and we're starting that motherfucking band,"I stammered. Mikey was sobbing. Pete was crying silently and I was struggling to keep a hold of myself. I had about fifteen minutes left, all of which I was going to talk to Frank in.

"Gerard be careful okay?"Mikey looked up at me through watery eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what they do to guys like us in prison? With your ass and hair-"
"Fuck you,"I chuckled.

"You need to go before I completely lose it,"Mikey cried and grabbed at me, pulling me into a hug. I held him tightly, trying to remember every little thing I loved about him. I did the same for Pete, storing all the good memories.
"I need to go talk to Frank before they get here,"I pulled away and wiped my tears away. "
"I love you Gerard. You're the best brother ever,"Mikey sobbed as I walked out.

"Jesus christ,"I sniffed as I walked blindly towards Frank's room. When I walked in, he was sitting up in bed looking depressed as fuck. The swelling in the side of his face had gone down as well.
"Gerard?"He looked up at me,"Whats happened? Did Mikey-"
"No no he's fine. Everyone's fine,"I pulled a chair over and sat down next to his bed.
"Then why are you crying?"
"I'm gonna be arrested in ten minutes."

"Fuck..."He looked down at his lap, shame washing over his bruised features.
"Yeah. Whatever happens to all of us, we're gonna be split up. So I'm saying goodbye to everyone now,"I said quietly and stood up.
"Oh... Well... I love you... Bye?"Frank looked up at me.
"I love you too Frank..."I whispered. I didnt want to say goodbye. Despite everything that had happened the last few days, I still loved the shit out of him and I would still die for him.

"Gerard I lied and went behind your back because I couldnt stop myself. The rage started when Malcolm turned up at Mums funeral. It was this terrible thing that I couldnt get rid of no matter what I did. When we got back to Jersey and Nanna Kat finally answered my call, it started growing. The only time I was ever truely without it was last night when I was with you. But afterwards, when you were asleep, I was left awake and it came back. It was like it took control of my body. No matter how hard I tried, I couldnt make myself stop. I never wanted to go behind your back Gerard. I wanted to wait but the anger wouldnt let me..."Frank was staring at me, keeping eye contact. In his eyes, I saw that he was telling the truth. I knew what that anger was like. Maybe I had never experienced it to that level, but I knew what the tiniest bit felt like and that was enough to make me want to kill Dean. What Frank was describing now, had to have been ten times worse than that.

"I know it doesnt justify what I did. I feel terrible for it. I dont deserve to be alive right now,"Frank looked away finally.

"Frank look at me,"I sat down on the edge of his bed and placed my hands on his as he turned to look at me, tears shining in his eyes,"You're gonna get through this. Okay? And I promise you that I'll be right there, by your side, helping you... As your friend..."I hadnt stopped thinking about it since I found the note. Even through all the crazy, the thought of leaving Frank was in the back of my mind. Now that I'd said it out loud, it seemed like the right decision. For now.

Frank blinked at me, not seeming to process what I had just said,"Are- you- we- you're not- you cant break up with me..."
"I'm sorry but-"
"No please, Gerard. Please dont do that. Dont leave me,"He closed his eyes tightly, his hands balling into fists beneath mine.

"Frank listen to me. I cannot forgive you for breaking that promise. Because you broke it, I lost a good friend. I almost lost my brother. A lot of people got hurt because of that and I cant forgive you. I know what depression is like and suicidal thoughts so I'm going to help you through it but I cant be with you anymore. Please, try to understand."
"I understand alright,"Frank sniffed and snatched his hands away from me,"Please just go. I dont need you or any of the others just go!"
I sighed and got up,"I do love you Frank. I always have, and I always will."

He didnt say anything so I walked out, closing the door quietly. Two policemen were walking down the hall towards me. As I walked to meet them, I thought about being away from Frank. I had no idea how long I would be in prison for. Or Frank for that matter. Either way, we weren't going to see each other for a very long time. If Frank was serious in not wanting my help, that might have been the last time I ever see him. The thought made me want to turn around and go take it all back. Have I just made a big mistake?