Vision

When I wake up, I am facedown on the bed, with someone sitting on the side rubbing something on my back. I suddenly feel a stinging sensation, antibacterial, I presume, but it still hurts like a motherfucker. Whoever is applying the antibacterial must have felt me flinch or saw my eyes open because they pull their hand back and stroke my hair softly.
“Sorry sweetheart, I was hoping you would stay asleep for that part. The worst is over, don’t you worry. Congratulations, as soon as I put on this last Band-Aid you will have used every single medicinal bandage, cream, and whatever else that we have with us and could find.” The voice was Gerard, I could tell instantly. From the first moment I heard him speak, I found a strange solace in the sound of his voice, a dry yet melodic sound mixed with a thick Jersey accent made even the word ‘medicinal’ sound beautiful and sexy. My vision was still not any better, I squinted my eyes trying to fix it but to no avail.
“Your eyes okay, sweetheart?” his eyes crinkled in concern and he frowned.
“I-I can’t see.” I became choked up again, “At least not well, I can hardly tell what color your eyes are from here.”
“Let me try something.” Gerard left the room for a minute and when he returned he had a black rectangular box in his hands. “Try these.” He said as he removed the contents of the box.
He placed a pair of large glasses in my hands, and I put them on my face, careful to keep my fingers off of the lenses. Once they were on it was like a whole different world. My vision wasn’t perfect but it was now far better than the blobs I had been seeing before. The first sight of real Gerard nearly took my breath away; he looked nothing like I remembered him from the parking garage, much more boyish, and less intimidating. Nothing like I imagined, he had a very thin face, but not gaunt, the most perfect eyebrows I had ever seen right above two beautiful bright hazel eyes, an adorable little pointed nose and a large smile with a chipped tooth, but despite his joyful grin his eyes were far from cheery or happy, in fact they looked like he was about to cry, or pass out, but maybe that was just how he looked.
“Well?” he asked excitedly, “How are they?” I smiled and would have replied if the glasses hadn’t fallen right off of my face. I laughed and put them back on.
“A little big, but perfect, by the way your eyes are hazel.” We giggled and the look in Gerard’s eyes as he studied me nearly took my breath away. “Thank you so much, Gerard is it?”
“Gerard it is indeed. So I suppose you know who I am?” I tilted my head to the side, confused, why would I know him? Was he a boyfriend, cousin, or a friend, hell he could be anyone for all I remembered.
“I’m really sorry, but I don’t think I know you, I must have hit my head or something, I don’t remember much. Were you someone close to me? I’m really sorry.” He furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment but quickly recovered.
“No, it’s no problem at all. I wasn’t someone close to you, just someone. But I suppose I shouldn’t have assumed, not everyone is a fan.” He smiled again. I liked seeing him smile.
“You said ‘not everyone is a fan.’ Are you famous? Should I be passing out right now or kissing your feet?” I joked, and noticed Gerard blush slightly.
“No, I’m just in a little band, please don’t pass out again, its really fucking annoying.” I almost took him seriously for a second before he started chuckling, “But since you don’t seem to be about to pass out again, is it okay if I ask you a few questions?” he asked, his demeanor once again serious.
“Ask away,” I answered, “I will try and answer as best I can with my currently less than perfect memory.”
“Okay well the first thing I want to know is how much you remember of the last twenty four hours.”
“All I can really remember is waking up in the parking garage, at least I thought it was a parking garage, with you three standing over me, I thought you were angels when I first saw you, the rest you were there for, thank you by the way for telling Patrick to cover me, I was in fact freezing.” He smiled.
“You’re welcome, but it worries me how little you remember, and you didn’t recognize any of us when you first woke up?”
“Not that I can remember, however your name did seem familiar when I heard Patrick say it, I don’t know why, you said that you don’t know me so it doesn’t make much sense.”
“No it really doesn’t, hey, maybe you are a fan.” He smiles again, a real smile this time but I can tell that there is still something bothering him. I am about to speak again when a loud crash from outside the room Gerard and I are in catches my attention, followed by a shout of,
“Goddamnit! Don’t you have any more booze around this shithouse Patrick?”
“I told you to stop drinking, Brendon!”
“Fine, I’ll get my own damn booze!” A door slams and all is quiet once more.

Notes

Ooh a longer chapter aren't you guys lucky!
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