Never coming home

October 8th, London, England Gerard's POV

I woke up in a hospital. Doctors and nurses run around like crazy, trying to get to every man, woman and child screaming in pain. No one will tell me where I am. I'm in pain, and confused.
I look down at my body to try and understand what happened. I have bandages around my torso and my leg is in a cast. All I can remember is being on the plane fighting, then shouting, I rush to someone's aid... Bob, Bob was the one that needed... Oh God... He's dead. I couldn't get to him. They shot him...
I start to cry. Bob's gone... One of my best friends, my brother, my wingman, gone...
a young blond nurse sees that im awake and runs over to me. she looks tired and her clothes are coverd in blood,
"Oh good, your awake. I was starting to think that you were dead!" She says, looking a little relived but also looking around the room to see if someone is calling her
"Where am I? What happened?" I ask, my voice week and my throat begging for water
"You were shot out of the sky. Your friends brought you in and then went back out there to look for more injured. The fighting is over, but every minute, more injured are brought in."
Before I can ask another question, the nurse runs over to a doctor who's trying to hold a soldier down while the poor man screams in pain.

I look the other way, feeling nauseated by the whole scene. The entire room I'm mean makes me feel nauseous. The blood, the screams, the panic, the doctors and nurses running around with with blood on their clothes...
I close my eyes and try to shut everything out. If my arms didn't hurt so bad I would have brought them up so I could cover my ears.
The familiar feeling of being light headed washes over. I feel myself passing out. I don't try and fight it. I welcome the unconsciousness. At least that way, I don't have to see what happens around me.
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October 8th, Pearl Harbor

Margaret's POV

I try and keep calm. There's no point in panicking until I know exactly what's going on across the ocean.
I enter the communications office running. The room is a mess, people running around and shouting. General Watkins, my superior here in Pearl Harbor, is looking over at maps and shouting instructions to other people. I walk over to him.
"General, what's happening?!"
"London has been under attack all morning. We don't know if it stopped now, communications are down. Now one was expecting this attack. Some how the enemy slipped under our radar." He says, not looking up to look at me
"How's that even possible? After the last attack weren't the radars calibrated? I thought we could see everything flying in and out of London!"
"We didn't see this."
"But how can that be?!" I pressure the issue starting to feel angry
"I don't know how it's possible!" The General snaps at me, finally looking up, "All I know is that it happened and now we need to do everything we can to help the British so that their city and their country won't disappear from the map!"

My mind is going a mile a minute. My thoughts jump between being worried about what's happening, and Gerard and Mikey's safety... Oh my God, Mikey! He was supposed to be on a plane coming back home!
"There was a hospital plane leaving Oxford this morning, coming here. Is there any word on that plane?" I ask the General, trying to stay calm
"The plane left Oxford before the attack, but right now there's no word on it." He says, looking back down observing the maps
"What about our men? Our pilots? Is there any word on them? Do we have a head count yet?"
"Communications are down Miss Williams. There's no word on anyone or anything. All we can do now is wait."

I feel numb. I don't know how to feel. I don't know if Gerard is still alive. I don't know if Mikey is still alive. I don't know what's happening on the other side of the world. All I can do now is wait. And I hate waiting.
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Same day, London, St. Bartholomew's Hospital

Gerard's POV

When I open my eyes again is dark outside. The room is silent. There are no screams and no one running around. Everyone is sleeping.
I look around and see a figure sitting next to my bed. His head is leaning on his hand and he's snoring softly. I squint my eyes trying to see who's there. There's a scorpion tattoo on the side of his neck.
"Frank?" I whisper
The figure stirs and seats up,
"Gee? Oh thank God you're awake! I was worried sick!" He pulls his chair closer to the bed.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were out looking for more injured..."
"I was, but Ray told me to come here and check on you while he..." He paused, looking troubled
"While he what?"
He sighs before continuing, "While he's trying to look for Bob's... body..." His voice cracks a bit indicating that he's crying.
I can't say anything else. I let the silence surrounds us for a while. I can hear Frank sobbing now and then. I notice his hand is next to mine on the bed and I take it, giving it a squeeze. He looks up and smiles at me wiping the tears from his eyes.
"I almost forgot!" He said suddenly, "I found this on your crash site. It must have fallen out of your pocket!"
He places a small leather bound notebook in my hand, my diary, the one that Margaret gave me.
"Thank you! I would never forgive myself if I lost this!"
He smiles at me and yawns. He's clearly exhausted. I can't see his face but I'm certain that he has dark rings under his eyes.

We talk for a little while longer until he stops answering and falls asleep again. I try and do the same, but two questions burn in my mind and keep me awake.
Did Mikey's plane make it out of the danger zone? Is Margaret okay?
Because I can't sleep, I grab the diary and open it. The pen I use to write in it, somehow, is still there. I take it and start to write, using what little light I have from the window.

"Diary of Gerard Way. London, England. St. Bartholomew's Hospital, 1941

Against all odds I survived. We lost half of our Air Force, but I survived. I just need to hold on. Just a little longer. Then I'll see her again.That brown haired beauty of mine...
This close encounter with death just made me realize how much I love her and I need to be next her. She never leaves my mind. She's a constant presence and it's what keeps me going. The idea that I might have a life, a future with her, warms my heart.
I just need to hold on a little longer."

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