He burns my skin, but you might get another look in, if I don't die tonight

Mikey's POV
Shots resonated through the air and I dived to the ground, my glasses stabbing painfully into my nose. Somewhere in the nearish distance something exploded, and a plume of fire and rubble shot into the air. I was thrown from where I lay, landing on the ground some ten metres from where I was originally, all the breath knocked from my lungs. I gasped, rolling over as I tried to move my shaking body into he trench where I'd been headed - it was only a few metres away. I crawled on my forearms, slowly dragging myself over the rough ground. It was twilight, and I wondered if Gerard was panicking yet over my failure to return. I gritted my teeth as I felt the barbed wire surrounding the trench shred my already damaged and bleeding skin. I knew I would have shrapnel wounds from the explosion, and that adrenaline and the will to survive was the only thing keeping me from feeling the immense pain that shrapnel caused. Shots were still being fired as I pulled myself over the edge of the trench, falling seven feet and landing on my back, winding myself yet again. I lay there, thanking every god in existence for the fact that I had survived. Sure enough, the pain began to set in now I knew I was safe, and choked sobs escaped my winded, asthmatic lungs as I felt the agony rip through my body. My vision blurred as I heard a distant cry of my name.
Gerard.
"Mikey!" He yelled, and I could hear him getting closer.
A moment of blackness and then Gerard was above me, shaking my shoulders, his face scrunched up in anguish.
"Mikey!" He yelled, shaking me again, and I gasped in as much air as I could (which still wasn't much).
"G-gee", I croaked, tears spilling down my face. "It h-hurts"
"Shh, Mikes", Gerard whispered, scooping me up in his arms and standing up. "I've got you."
I don't remember much else. Only flashes. I was in Gerard's arms, there was Frank, and Ray. I couldn't really hear, but I could see Frank crying. Then I saw the Red Cross of the first aid tent. I was lying down and Gerard was kneeling beside me, his hand squeezing mine. Then there was pain, nothing but blinding pain - I felt myself screaming but I couldn't seem to hear a thing. There was blood. Lots of blood. Gerard was crying, saying something through a face twisted in sadness. Then Frank was beside him, also crying, and he put his arms around Gerard, who leaned into him, the pair of them crying. I couldn't understand it. But then I saw a nurse, an apologetic look on her face, her lips moving silently as she raised a needle -
Blackness.

Notes

What's happened to Mikey? :0

sorry about the short chapter, but I wanted to end with a cliff hanger muahahahahahaha ;P
thanks for reading guys, next chapter will be frerard fluff most likely :3

title: The Jetset Life is gonna Kill You - My Chemical Romance (but you should know that right)