*Frank's Point of View*
"Frank, you have to go home now." Ray's mom, Angela called up to Ray's room. A frown flashed over his features as I got up off his bed, "Bye. I'll see you at school on Monday." I said, giving my friend a hug. He hugged me back for a moment before I backed away, "See ya, Frankie." He said as I walked down the steps and out the front door.
Wow, it had gotten dark out. I checked my phone and saw that it was ten. Shit...
I picked up my pace as I walked back towards Gerard's house, wondering if I should stop at the park on the way home...
I was trying to make up my mind when it came into view, and immediately decided no, because there were people there. I pulled my hood up, put my head down, and shoved my hands in the pocket as I prepared to pass the park.
As I got closer I heard yelling. "Cut it out!" and "What did I ever do to you!?" and "What the hell is wrong with you?" The voice was unfamiliar, but I still wanted to go check it out. I kept my head down as I walked around the edge of the park. I recognized one of the boys almost instantly as Darek, meaning the other two where Brent and Grey, but who was shouting.
Then the moonlight glinted off of metal, and I realized someone was being held between the three boys, I think Grey was holding their arms, and they where squirming and kicking, and shouting frantically, "Stop! Stop it!"
I narrowed my eyes, and stomped across the mulch that they had layered the ground of the park with. I kicked Darek in the back of his knee, causing his leg to buckle and him to fall. "Ow! What the hell!" He shouted, pushing himself back up to his feet, and spinning on me. I swallowed hard and glared up at my nemesis. "Let him go, Darek..." I had by now figured that the person that they had grabbed was a male because of the voice. "Make me, Iero." Darek growled in my face.
"Seriously Darek. You really need to discover toothpaste or something." I commented. He punched me in the stomach for that, causing me to stumble backwards. Brent and Grey let go of the boy to help Darek with me, and the boy fell to his knees then face planted in the mulch. He was breathing heavily enough for me to hear it too.
Then I heard someone call my name, "Frank?" The voice shouted, it was Gerard. He'd come out to look for me? Why? "Frank! I heard your voice! Come here!" Gerard shouted from somewhere off to the left.
"I can't! Need help!" I shouted back, and then Darek punched me in the stomach again, causing me to fall this time. "Shut up, Iero!" He said before delivering a swift kick to my ribs. Then someone was pulling Darek's hair, and dragging him towards the slide.
Brent and Grey ran off, startled.
I heard a smashing sound, and Gerard ran over to help me up. I took his help, and then pointed over in the other boy's direction. Gerard quickly went to see if he was okay, rolling him over onto his back, "Hey, kid. Can you hear me?" Gerard asked. The boy screwed his eyes shut, and gripped his stomach before nodding.
"Alright, good... What's your name?" Gerard asked.
"Christofer." The boy mumbled.
"Do you live around here?" Gerard continued.
Christofer nodded, "Yeah... just down the street." He pointed off in the general direction he was speaking of.
"Do you think you can get up so we can take you home?" Gerard asked.
Christofer shook his head no.
"Are you okay with me picking you up?" Gerard asked.
Christofer got this really weird look on his face, "I think I can get up." He grumbled.
Gerard laughed quietly and stood up straight to help Christofer up. Once the boy was to his feet, he seemed shaky, and really unbalanced. I wandered over to help as well.
We walked Christofer home, making sure he didn't fall or anything, and we even helped him up to his room, where his mom found us and got really confused. She yelled at us and kicked us out to tend to her son.
"Gerard, why did you come looking for me? I told you where I was going." I asked, tilting my head curiously.
"I went to Ray's and he said you left, so I went to find you because Lilia called me." Gerard said, and a smile spread over his features, "Ryan's awake!"
I smiled back, my eyes widening. "Ray's already on his way to the hospital, and Mikey and my mom are waiting for us to come back so they can drive us. Ray said he'd tell everyone else, so everyone should be there." He continued.
We both ran home. Mikey and Rebecca were waiting in the car. "Come on, come on!" Mikey rushed us, and it made me laugh a little.
Rebecca drove us all to the hospital, and I was the first one out of the car, running up to the front desk, "I'm here to see Ryan Ross." By now the nurse knew who I was asking for because we all visited often. "You know the room." She said, and I shot down the hallway.
Everyone was there, but Lilia wouldn't let anyone in, when she saw me, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Frank, he wanted to talk to you. I don't know if he drifted off to sleep or not though..." She said.
"Alright." I said. She slipped aside and allowed me in. When I walked in Ryan sounded like he was coughing up a lung. "Shit dude, are you okay?" I asked, worried. I dashed over to him. He had a nasty cut over his eyebrow, and some on his arms. I could also see stitches on his shoulder. He stopped coughing, and nodded, trying to catch his breath, "I uh... I'm fine I think... I just really hurt." He said before pulling me into a hug, causing me to sit up on the edge of the hospital bed.
"I feel like my heart is about to like, die." He told me, grabbing for my hand. "Well, then maybe you should get back to sleep." I told him, my eyes growing even more worried. I gripped his hand tightly. "I can't go back to sleep... I have to talk to you first." He began to cough and splutter around. "What do you mean?" I asked squeezing his hand.
"I don't want to sleep. I don't want to sleep, because if I sleep I then I won't wake up." I looked at him confused, "What?"
He sighed, "I feel like if I go to sleep that I wont be able to wake up." He told me.
I frowned, and used my free hand to cup his face gently, "Why?"
He shrugged me, and then leaned in to kiss me gently. "Frankie, can you do me a favor, and tell everyone that I'm sorry, and that I love them all?" He asked me once he pulled back, "Well, why don't you have them all come in?" I asked.
"Because, I'm tired..." His head was beginning to bow, "No, Ryan stay awake!" I said tilting his head upwards. His eyes flickered shut for a moment before he opened them again. His usually joy-filled brown eyes were dull and lifeless, and seemed to be losing their color. He wrapped his arms around my neck, "I can't, Frankie." He said burying his face in my neck. After a few moments, he pulled away to lie back down. He closed his eyes to go to sleep, and I choked out, "Goodbye, Ryan."
He opened his eyes, but it seemed like a struggle, "No, Frankie. Let's not say goodbye." He said grabbing my hand. He smiled weakly, "Let's just say... au revoir..." He squeezed my hand, and I began to cry. I felt his grip loosen, and then his hand dropped away from mine. I began to cry uncontrollably, and slid off the bed, so I was sitting on the ground, tucked up in a ball. "Au revoir, Ryan..."
Soon a nurse came in because she heard the flat-lining of the heart monitor. She helped me up and shooed me out into the hallway, where I continued to cry. Everyone stared at me in bewilderment.
"Is he okay?" Brendon croaked.
"He'll be fine now..." I whispered through tears, "He told me to tell you all that he's sorry, and he loves you all."
I heard a small wail from Patrick who was clinging to Gerard like a monkey. Lyn-z was hugging both Gerard and Patrick.
Everyone understood what I was saying, and soon everyone was in tears, and we all huddled up in a group hug. Brendon had thankfully not brought Sarah along.

*Ryan's Point of View*
"Ryan, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up..." The words echoed in the vast emptiness of whatever twisted dreamscape I was in. I was currently having a battle with myself for consciousness. "Please, Ryan. Wake up!" The voice was loud, and it drove into my ears like nails.
Then my eyes snapped awake, and pain crashed over me.
I screamed, and then a hand grabbed me, "Calm down, Ryan!" It was Lilia. She began to stroke my head, and she was crying, "Oh my god! I can't believe you're awake!" She cried out, hugging me tightly.
"Lilia, you're hurting me!" I said, as tears of my own sprung up in my eyes. "Sorry, Ryan." She moved away from me, beaming, "I thought you would never wake up!" She said, getting all giggly. I yawned, and stretched, feeling drowsy still. "I wouldn't get your hopes up." I murmured in a tired voice, "Can I talk to Frank?" I suddenly asked.
Lilia nodded and tried a few different phone calls, before finally getting a hold of someone, "Hey Gerard, can you get Frank down to the hospital? Ryan is awake." She was speaking rapidly. Soon she returned to my beside, "How are you feeling, buddy?" She asked, grabbing my hand, and stroking my forehead.
"Tired... and cold." I whispered, "Is Frank coming?" I asked, trying to sit up. The second I moved pain shot through my body, and I screamed again, falling back into a lying down position. "Yes, Ryan. He'll be here soon enough."
My aunt was right. About thirty minutes later a bunch of people were flocked at my door, but I refused to speak to anyone but Frank, because I was beginning to get even more tired. Pain was the only thing keeping me awake right now.
My aunt Lilia was trying to keep everyone out, but I could hear them growing impatient, and beginning to bicker among each other.
I started coughing, really loudly, shooting up to a sitting position, and doubling over. I didn't notice the door open, and close. "Shit dude, are you okay?" That was Frankie's voice, and he was next to my bed in a heart beat. "I uh.. I'm fine I think... I just really hurt." I wheezed, before grabbing Frankie and hugging him as tightly as I could. I never wanted to let go.
"I feel like my heart is about to like, die." I said, knowing I couldn't stay awake much longer. I was scared out of my shit. This sleep felt different. It was so overpowering, and I didn't want it to come. Not yet. I grabbed for Frankie's hand, and he said, "Well, then maybe you should get back to sleep?" He suggested grabbing my hand back, tightly. "I can't go back to sleep..." I murmured, "I have to talk to you first." I began to cough and splutter again. "What do you mean?" He asked, squeezing my hand.
"I don't want to sleep! I don't want to sleep, because if I sleep, then I won't wake up." He looked at me with a very confused expression, "What?"
I sighed a little, "I feel like if I go to sleep that I wont be able to wake up." I tried to better explain my situation.
He frowned, using his free hand to cup my face, "Why?"
Instead of answering, I kissed him gently. "Frankie?" I began when I pulled away. "Can you do me a favor and tell everyone that I'm sorry, and that I love them all?" I spoke quietly once again. Frank got this mortified expression before asking, "Well, why don't you have them all come in?" He asked me.
"Because..." I began to trail off, then snapped awake, "I'm tired." I finished. My head was beginning to bow, and Frank tilted my head up, "No, Ryan stay awake!" He shouted. My eyes closed for a brief few moments, and then I opened again. "I can't." I said throwing myself at the shorter boy, my arms draped over his shoulders, and my face buried in his neck. After a few moments I moved away and lie back down. I closed my eyes and let fear and pain take over until Frankie choked out, "Goodbye, Ryan."
I slowly struggle to open my eyes, "No, Frankie. Let's not say goodbye." I declared, grabbing his hand again. He smiled at me weakly, "Let's just say... au revoir." I squeezed Frank's hand, and he began to cry. I felt my energy draining, and my hand dropped away from his. My last few seconds I was aware of everything I heard, "Au revoir, Ryan."
Frank sounded incredibly upset.
Then my world faded into peaceful, ignorant, black bliss.

Notes

Oh my god, I bawled my eyes out while writing this. *Curls up and cries in a corner because Ryan is dead.*
Au revoir means "goodbye for now" by the way!