Can You Hear Me Cry Out To You?

Gerard's P.O.V

I spent nearly a week at the hospital before a doctor told me to go home and get some sleep and a shower. So I go, begrudgingly. But only because Mikey took over instead. As I stepped out of the hospital doors, a crowd advanced towards me. But they didn't crowd me like they normally do. A short red headed woman spoke for them.
"Hello, Mr Way." She started. "We are fans of mcr, each solo member and Dee. We've been so worried about her and have tried to stay away. But we really care about her and haven't heard anything to say how she is. May we please know if she's okay at least?"
I looked around the crowd with surprise. They really did care about her. The worry on their faces was genuine. "You really do care, don't you?"
The red head smiled, sadly. "Dee has always cared for each and every one of us." She stated. "She constantly went out of her comfort zone to raise money for charities like cancer. She visited my sister on the cancer ward. My sister always dreamt of meeting Dee. She was her idol. Dee sang to her. My sister died a week later. But she was happy. All she talked about was Dee's visit and how great she was. I will never forget what Dee did."
A blond girl, about seventeen stepped forward. "Dee saved me from being trampled at one of her performances." She said. "She jumped into the crowd and pushed through everyone to help me up. She told everyone that she would not tolerate violence and that if they didn't calm down and watch out for each other, she would have the culprits removed. She took me back stage."
Another blond girl stepped forward. She looked in her late twentys. "She stopped her car in the middle of the street when I was being attacked." She said. "She shouted at the two men and they ran. She drove me home and made sure I was okay. She was late to a photo shoot but she didn't care about that."
The red head spoke again. "All of us have stofies like that." She said. "That's why we care so much."
I smiled. I knew Dee was amazing. I guess the world knows too. "Dee was stabbed through her left foot and left hand." I told them. "She was whipped repeatedly on her back."
The crowd gasped. Some began to cry and hug others in the group.
"But she's on the mend." I told them, quickly. "She's even started making fun of Frank and his height. At the moment, Mikey is sat with her while I go change and shower." I laughed. "Otherwise I might end up killing her with my smell."
The tears slowed down as the crowd laughed. The red head spoke again. "Please send her our love." She said, smiling with relief. "Tell her we hope she gets well soon. And tell her thank you for being herself. We will all be thinking about her."
I smiled. "Thank you." I said. "I promise I'll tell her when I return in a couple of hours. I think it's just what she'd love to hear. And please don't worry. Dee is a strong woman. She's gone through so much but has always got through it stronger. She has our family and friends there to help her during her recovery."
The crowd moved away after saying their goodbyes. I was quite surprised no one had asked me for a autograph. I guess people had decided to not ask because I was worried about Dee. People can be compas

Notes

Love as always.xxx