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

Gerard's POV
I sat on my bed-stretcher-thing, staring at my hands, which were clasped tightly before me. I was exhausted from crying - the stress and fear of the previous night was taking its toll. The sun was rising outside the tent, and most soldiers were in the process of getting up. Today was 'rest day', which really only meant that no advances or initiatives were planned for the day, and no repair work needed doing either. Which was good, because I was shattered, shell-shocked and an all-round emotional wreck. The explosion yesterday hadn't damaged any of the trenches, but it had killed at least three of the soldiers near it. They had been part of a scout - nothing to be afraid of - they weren't advancing to enemy territory to fight. I had to admit that I hadn't been worried - we were sent on scouts all the time. Until, that is, I'd heard distant gunfire and a bang far too loud to be harmless - and half of Mikey's scout platoon had come limping back, unable to account for their entire group. Panic had set in - I vaguely remember Frank's head snapping up to look at me with wide, horrified eyes that I'm sure reflected mine. Then we were off, running through the trenches as night began to fall, screaming Mikey's name. Some part of me knew it would probably be no use - we'd have to actually go onto the battlefield to find my brother - or what remained of him. But I'd shaken that thought from my mind - we'd check the safety of the trenches first. And just as Frank had given up hope and I was getting desperate, I'd found him. Lying in the bottom of the trench, bloodied chest barely moving, dark liquid staining his uniform and the ground beneath him.
"G-gee", he'd whimpered, tears cutting through the grime on his face. "It h-hurts"
And the newly eased panic reappeared, almost tenfold. I'd pretended it was okay as I'd scooped his too-light body off the ground, tried to convince myself that he'd be fine as I ran towards the first aid tent. Tried my hardest to believe that it wasn't that bad as he slipped in and out of consciousness in my arms. Tried to pretend he'd be fine as nurses ran to us the second I entered the tent. I tried to be strong as I'd held his hand, not baring to look at what they were doing to him. But then he'd screamed, arching upwards off the bed, writhing and kicking, screaming blue murder. And I'd cracked. I knew that it wouldn't be okay, Mikey wouldn't be fine, and yes, it was bad. I'd cried as he looked at me briefly, eyes unfocused, sweat beading his cold skin. I'd cried as Frank came, pulling me into his arms as I'd buried my face in his chest, refusing to release Mikey's hand. I'd cried as the nurse told me that if he stayed here, he'd die. But I'd been hopeful when she said that they could fly him back to America, along with four other soldiers in about an hour. But then I'd cried again as she raised a needle and syringe, bending over Mikey.
"You're lucky, young man", shed said. "You get to go home."
And then she'd injected Mikey, and his eyes had rolled back in his head, and his body had gone limp and his hand had slipped from mine and it hit me.
I never said goodbye.
Now Mikey was gone, back home to be fixed and stitched up and recovered, and I was still here. I could die tomorrow. Mikey could die before they got him home. And I wouldn't know. Neither of us would know the others fate until long after. But I was some what comforted by the fact that Mikey was safe, in good hands and out of this hell.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear Frank coming until he was sitting down next to me on the bed-strecher-thing, his hand placed comfortingly on my shoulder.
"You okay?"
"Yeah", I lied.
Frank sighed. "He's safe now, Gerard", he said.
"I know", I replied.
We sat in silence for a while, until I broke it.
"I just wish I got to say goodbye..." I whispered, blinking back fresh tears. Frank patted my back.
"I know Gee. We all do. But the reality is, most of us won't. At least he's not gone forever, right?"
"Yeah..", I muttered, not really wanting to argue.
"Yeah, okay"

Notes

Another shortish chapter for ya

ya so I'm going to Australia today :3
its gonna be fun but I probably won't have wifi so no updates for about a week sorry :(
ill write lots tho :)
see ya

title: Cemetery Drive - My Chemical Romance