Sing It Out

*Gerard's P.O.V*

I watched as his limp body fell to the ground and with him went my mic. The music stopped playing altogether as the crowd went deadly silent and I sprinted towards my boyfriend. 
"Frank! FRANK! Oh fuck, someone help!" I cried out with tears streaming down my neck. I didn't know what the fuck to do, I was such a jerk and so much of an awful person to realise that Frank, the person I've loved for years, was on the brink of passing out. I'm such an awful person. 
"Gerard, you're going to have to step back and let the guys look after him!" I could hear Mikey shouting into my ear. I shook my head nervously as he did the same, yet in disappointment. 
All at once, I was dragged away, screaming, by Bob and Ray. I screamed for my anger, my sadness and of course for my Frankie, the only person I have really disappointed today. 
Everything was so out of place and unusual without Frank, not knowing of his fate. But what really concerned me was when an ambulance arrived and it's crew members went rushing by, in the direction of the stage back entrance. 
"Guy-" I managed, startling myself at the tone of my own voice. They stopped pulling and turned to look at me. 
"I want to stay here- they'll get Frank and I want to go with him." I announced to them. Ray looked angry as he opened his mouth to talk. 
"But you hated him earlier! You stormed off and couldn't give a shit about any of us!" 
"Yes, but I still love Frank, for so many years and I can't just let that slip by. I want to spent the rest of my life with him and now he's being rushed to-" I couldn't finish my sentence as the ambulance staff came rushing by with Frank, still unconscious on a stretcher. I pushed by my band members and followed the first aiders to the back of a vehicle. 
"Sir, what relation are you to this man?" The rather husky man asked me. 
"I'm his partner and band member." I told him with a shaky voice. The man moved over slightly so I could fit in the back of the ambulance and sit next to my love. 

"Frank, you probably can't hear me, but I'm so sorry for being such a dick to you, I'll always love you. I'll love you until the stars fade and the sun refuses to rise. I'll love you in this life forever and in the lives after that, if there is anymore. I'll love you no matter what because you've always had my heart."
I cried into him as I held his hand through the whole journey. I wanted to scream my apologies, yet to whisper him words of love and apologies into his ear as I feel the tenderness of his loving lips on mine. But I've taken that away from him and here we are, heading full speed to the nearest hospital. 

*At the hospital.*

"Mr Gerard Way?" A man announced and I bolted out of the seat I have been sat in since we arrived three hours ago. 
"Y-y-yes?" 
"Your partner has suffered major heart failure. The combination of an unhealthy diet, poor immune system and extreme intake of fumes from cigarettes and alcohol has strained the heart too much. We will have to perform major surgery on him or else he hasn't got any other way of waking up-" the doctor trailed as he could see the mix of emotions on my face. 
My Frankie could die. 
He's sick. 

And it's my fault. 

I dropped to the floor on my knees and buried my face in my hands. I can't have this, this can't be happening, it's all a nightmare and I'll wake up in Frankie's arms and it'll be the next day of our tour and-
No, this is real and it's happening. 
"W-what would he n-n-need having surgery on? What would y-you do?" 
"At this rate due to the severity, it'll probably have to be a heart transplant." He announced with a shaky voice, he knew it would be hard for me to accept this. 
"But you're not a match to him, we've already checked. To have a heart donor, would mean the other person would have to sacrifice themselves for him." 
Fuck, nobodies going to want to save him, but die. If I was a match, I would already be on that table and have my heart already out. I promises him my full heart and love, but this isn't it anymore, this isn't how it was supposed end. 
"We will try and find a donor." My he doctor assured. I smiled at his help and he stayed with me as I processed everything. 

*a few hours later*

I begin to finally drift off to sleep beside Franks bed. I've been talking to his lifeless body for hours and I don't regret it. I want to spend as much time as possible with him, even if it means just talking to someone who will never know what you actually said or that you was even there. 
"Mr Way!" The same doctor said from earlier, I think his name is Doctor Sykes
"Yes doctor?" 
"We have good news and some possible bad news." He began. 
"The good news is we have managed to find a donor, and it's surprising how fast he has come, but he is a match confirmed and we can begin the transplant as soon as possible." 
My heart leapt out of my chest as I grabbed Franks hand, as if he could hear this and stared around the room frantically with my mouth agape. 
"What?! That's unbelievable! Oh my Frankie's going to be okay!" I exclaimed. 
"But.... Who is it?" I queried. The doctor pursed his lips. I knew it was going to be bad. 
"Well, They're the only match. And we couldn't find anyone else-" 
"Who is it?!" I asked impatiently. 
"It is-

Notes

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