Sing It Out

*Franks P.O.V*

Ability to think and hear my own thoughts rushed back to me in an instant as I awoke from my deadly sleep. I can't believe I just fainted on stage just because of Gerard. I love him with all my heart- yet the sheer thought of disappointing him sent the hardest of hits to my chest. For reasons unknown, I begin to remember something from English class, a poem that I studied, and it was the only thing that really intrigued me. I think it's by Emily Dickinson.

If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,--
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with daisies lie,
That commerce will continue,
And trades as briskly fly.
It make the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene,
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!

This poem really, to me, reflected on my feelings.
The thought of just leaving and never returning hassled me for so long and now I simply couldn't do that. I had to be there for the boys and for Gerard-

White

The intensity of the colour hit me hard and i thought to myself, am I dead?! I can't be dead! 
"awake- .... Take-.... Yes-... It worked." was all the words I could hear. To be honest, I was expecting a little bit more from heaven than just mumbled words. Where the fuck are the trumpets?! 
I could feel again, a numbing pain coursed through my body and yet I still felt empty. And then all at once, boom.  An unusual feeling came through my chest as my eyes flung open. I'm alive. For now I guess. But wheres Gerard? Surely he should be here with the boys. Wait, I'm in a fucking hospital! My eyes darted around as a doctor loomed over me with his awful doctors breath. So fucking cliche. 
"Mr Iero, can you hear me?" came the booming voice from above. I opened my mouth to talk but the man just put his fi ger to his lips. 
"Shush, it's okay you don't have to talk, I just needed to get some kind of reaction from you." he continued. I relaxed a little and then at least a hundred questions flew to me head.
What was I doing here? What's just happened? Where are all my friends? Where is my fucking boyfriend?! My attention was then drawn to a large side door of which a similar bed to mine was being wheeled out with a sheet over it. It's probably just some equipment. 
"I'm going to take you to your partner now. He will break things down for you." announced the doctor. This guy, I have to admit, looks pretty damn fine. Hes the first ever doctor I've seen that has tattoos all over his body. Before I could ask a question, I was being wheeled out of the room I was currently in, through a hall way and into another, slightly dimmer, cream room that stunk of hospital. 

"Frank!"
"Oh my god!"
"He made it!" where the broken voices of three people that awaited me. I pulled myself up a little bit with a lot of pain and effort and looked at these people. Ray, Mikey and of course my darling Gerard. Gerard ran towards me and placed each hand on the side of my face as he pulled his own level with mine so I could almost taste the sweet, fresh coffee in his breath. 
"I've missed you so much baby," he began, but almost immediately bursting into tears. I slanted my head to the side and brought him down for a tight hug. This can't all just be about me. Gerard moved so that his head was exactly where my heart still manages to beat after so long. 
"What happened?" I asked them all. Each one of them exchanged looks of worry and sadness. They obviously knew something I dont. 
"Are you sure you want to know? It's.... Hard to take all of the news in." Mikey explained. 
"Please tell me." I said with the remaining breath I had. Gerard composed himself and stepped towards me. 
"Well, we was playing at the gig, obviously, and something- probably me- triggered something in your body with a mix of other things such as a bad diet, smoking and poor immune system. This made your heart fail. You were dying Frank and we didn't know what to do!" Gerard was almost in tears as we all supported him. Wait- where is Bob? Surely he would be here. Then again he's probably getting the guys some coffee. 
"Anyway, the ambulance and staff arrived and you and I were rushed to hospital. I didn't leave your side. I met this doctor, who is called Doctoe Sykes which you've already met, and he told me that your- heart- failed and you needed a transplant in the next few days. I was so worried that we wouldnt find anyone, but we did..." Gerard had really begun crying by now as I pulled him onto the tiny bed I was on. Ray and Mikey had already retreated to the other side of the room. 

"Who was it?" I asked quietly. He didn't reply so I assumed he didn't hear me. 
"Gerard?-"
"It was Bob! He's dead! He gave his heart to you and that should've been me! But I wasn't a match, I was useless and now we've lost a dear friend because I was a jerk!" he shouted and I pulled on him so he could lay beside me as I stroked his hair soothingly. Of course I was shocked. But-
Oh fuck. Bobs dead. 
I began shaking and Tears unwillingly flooded down my cheek. This man who I convinced that this would be a life changing oppertunity For him and whom I have saved multiple times from break down is dead, because of me. He sacrificed himself for my health. I own his heart. 
My hand flew to my chest, as if I could rip it out and put it back in Bob to revive him. But it was too late. 

Gerard and I sat there in disbelief and sadness and mourned for our fallen friend. 

Notes

Uuuuurhhhhhhhh chapters Muthafukas.

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