Maybe This Could Work...

By next day I was allowed to go for short walks, with an escort of course. The one accompanying me, beside Gerard of course, who didn’t want to leave my side, except when he had to in the evening, was the same nice woman who cleaned my stitches. I had learned that her name was Samantha, but everyone called her Sam. She recently graduated from Harvard and was now interning at the hospital and at the same time she was getting her Masters degree in cardiology. How awesome is that! One day she’ll be able to operate on hearts!
But the main event came on Wednesday. Mikey’s eye removal surgery. I tired imagining how Mikey would feel after it, but I just couldn’t. Yes, I could have closed my eyes, but I don’t think it’s the same thing, though-Gina and Mikey had spent the whole day before together, to do all that romantic stuff and then in the evening Mikey and Gerard had their ‘bro’s night out’ or something like that. And on Wednesday morning, we were all gathered in Mikey’s room, while he was getting prepped for surgery.
“I’ll be fine guys, it’s not like I’m dying or anything” Mikey made a joke at his own expense, when Gee wouldn’t shut up about how horrible this was. His baby brother losing his other eyes and becoming blind forever! I know I shouldn’t take this as a joke, but the way Gerard was acting about it, I couldn’t take it any other way. I knew that Mikey will probably have to rely on other people for the rest of his life, he won’t be allowed to drive anymore and he’ll have to learn all these new things and how to ‘see’ things by hearing them. I knew that after this surgery that Mikey will be Gee’s number one occupation, that he won’t have as much time for me and I just need to suck it up and not take it personally or be offended by it.
“Okay Mikey” said the nurse that was prepping him: “You’re slowly going to go under, like falling asleep, so say goodbye to your friends for the time being”
“Yeah, okay” nodded Mikey, taking Gina’s hand in his. The nurse - that wasn’t half as nice as Sam – slowly started to inject the sedative.
“See you after the surgery bro” said Gerard, and the two brothers hugged tightly with a small pat on the back. It was very sweet, to be honest. Such brotherly love!
When it was my turn, we didn’t really say anything to each other, I just gave him a friendly hug. Even though I was dating his brother and he was dating my best friend, he and I weren’t as close as you might think. We were just... Friends, I guess.
Then it was Gina’s turn and oh, my god, was it heart warming! They connected each other in a soft, yet passionanat kiss and Mikey pulled Gina on to his lap.
“I love you” she said to him when, their foreheads still touching.
“I love you too, baby. And don’t worry even though I won’t see ever again, I’ll still be the happiest man alive” he smiled to her, gently cupping her check. His movements were already sloppy, and unsteady, which was a sign that the drug was working.
“Why?”
“Because I know that the last thing I’ll see in this world, is you. My perfect angel” Mikey whispered to her, then kissed her again. When they pulled away, Mikey took one last look at me and Gee, then took his time to remember every single detail of Gina’s face. In all honesty, it almost made me cry. I knew that wouldn’t survive it I could no longer see Gerard and the perfection that is his face.
Then Mikey slowly closed his eyes, closing them for the last time from the sight of the world. Just thinking about it made my stomach twist. He’ll never see anything again. Not the sun, or the sky, or the stars. He’ll never get to play video games again, he’ll never be able to drive again. He will be depended on someone else for the rest of his life. I guess the only positive thing here is that by removing his eye, they will also be removing the last piece of cancer from his body.
Gina held him tight so he wouldn’t crash down on his back.
“We need to take him now” said the nurse.
Gina just nodded, gently placing Mikey back on to the bed so he was lying again. His breathing was calm, almost unnoticeable.
Another nurse came in to the room and helped the other one take Mikey in to surgery.
All we could do was wait... The three of us returned to my room to wait out that hour Mikey would be in surgery. Gee sat down in his usual chair, while Gina and I shared the bed.
We didn’t talk, but after about ten minutes, quiet sobs filled the room. I looked over to Gina. She had her legs crunched up to her chest and was leaning her head on her knees, dark strains of hair falling on to her face.
“GG, you okay?” I gently asked, covering her hand with mine.
“No...” she mumbled up, her voice completely broken. I put my arms around her, caressing her raven hair.
“It’s not fair!” she then cried out. I looked over at Gerard who was full of sympathy and I could see light shimmering off the tears that were piling in his eyes.
“I’ll be fine” he mouthed out to me, gave me a wink, then removed himself to the bathroom, giving Gina and I space, but still remaining close enough if anything should happen.
“Gina, talk to me” I softly said to her, pushing her hair behind her ear, so I could see her face.
“It’s nothing, I’m just being stupid. He’s the one losing his sight and I’m the one freaking out! I mean, how pathetic is that. I should be here supporting him, being his shoulder to lean on, not some stupid cry baby who can’t handle her own emotions. It’s just stupid… I’m stupid!” she sobbed, her voice cracking multiple times.
“You’re not stupid, you’re just being human” I told her, but I don’t think she heard me. Her face was blank, the only indicator for her emotions, were the tears falling down her cheeks and the quiet sobs escaping her mouth.
“You know, yesterday, he actually told me that if I want to leave him because of this, I can, but that I should do it while he’s in surgery” she cried.
“How could he say that, Frank?” she finally looked up at me. Her cheeks were completely wet from the tears, her eyes were red, and her lower lip twitched slightly.
“He just didn’t want you to hurt. He really cares for you Gina” I then said, whipping away her tears, which didn’t help much, because new ones formed and fell immediately.
“That makes no sense! When you care about people, hurt is kind of part of the package. And I don’t just care for him, I love him” she cried, trying to pull herself together, but it was just too much for her. I knew words wouldn’t help here anymore, she just needed to let all of this out, drain herself of these emotions, so she could be strong after. I pulled her in to a full hug, not caring that she didn’t hug back, because this wasn’t about me, it was about her, and making her feel better.
It wasn’t often that Gina broke down like this. It was really rare. The only other time I saw her break down was two weeks after she was diagnosed with cancer... That was four years ago. She always wanted to be strong, to not seem weak and I kind of understood her. Everyone thinks that cancer patients are strong, that just because they don’t want to see their loved ones suffer, they don’t want to come off as weak and fragile. They want to keep that smile on their face as long as possible, before they no longer have control. I remember her saying once, after one of the operations she had early on after they found the cancer: “People keep on saying how strong I am, how brave I am, what a fighter I am, but... fuck, they don’t see how weak and broken I really am”
She was still kind of recovering from the drugs they’ve given her, because the next day when I asked her about what she said, she didn’t have a clue what I was talking about.
“You know, it’s okay. ‘Pain demands to be felt’” I say, in hopes to cheer her up. She looked up from my shoulder, a surprised look on her face.
“Did you just quote The Fault In Our Stars?”
“I did” I proudly said.
“I thought you hated the book” she mumbled, her sobs calming down slightly.
“Yeah, but what kind of best friend would I be, if I couldn’t quote your favourite book?”
In response she lightly smirked.
“Why is reality such a bitch?” she asked, whipping her nose, getting rid of the snot that was coming out.
“I don’t know, GG” I shrugged, being honest. She sniffed.
“He’s going to be okay, you know” I told her: “He’s got you, and Gerard and if he wants to, he even has me”
“But he’ll lose me” she whispered. I knew that, that was troubling Gina for a long time, even before she met Mikey. She always worried about how much pain she’ll leave behind after she’ll be gone.
“I can’t do that to him, Frankie” she whispered, her voice cracking in to a light sob.
“GG, he knows that, trust me and yes, it will hurt, fuck, it will hurt like hell, but we can’t do anything about it, ya know...”
“Yeah, I know... And it sucks”
“Yeah it does” now I sniffed, trying my best to keep the tears away. We were silent after that, and soon enough Gina’s breathing returned to normal.
The bathroom door opened, Gerard’s head picking from behind it.
“Can I?” he asked quietly.
“Again, you didn’t have to move” sadly smiled Gina, gesturing him to enter. He walked over to the bed, stepping behind me and putting his arms around my waist.
“And he’s right you know. Mikey’s going to be alright” he told her and gave her an encouraging smile, which she returned.
We kept on talking about how things will be different now and when the hour was up, Sam came to tell us, Mikey was back in his room, but that he was still under and that I’ll take some time for him to wake up. We rushed to his room, receiving weird looks from doctors, but honestly none of us really care about that. We only care about Mikey!
The curtains in his room were shut, creating a dim light.
Mikey was lying flat on his back, plugged to an EKG machine and an IV bag. His eyes were covered by bandages, but you could still see how calm his face was. Both Gina and Gerard immediately ran to his side, sitting down on the chairs next to the bed. I kind of remained in the back, with Sam still holding me by my elbow like she always did when I wanted to go somewhere.
“When is he going to wake up?” asked Gina and I guess the question was meant for Sam.
“Soon, an hour tops” she said with a calm voice.
“Frankie, come here” Gerard turned to me, extending his hand towards me. I took it and he gently pulled me on to his lap, entwining our fingers. I gave him a kiss on his temples.
“It’s going to be okay baby” I whispered to him, quietly enough so only he could hear.
“I know” he mouthed. I leaned my head down on to the curve of his neck, nuzzling in to a comfortable position.
It was less than an hour when Mikey started to wake up. As soon as his fingers started twitching, announcing he was waking up, Gina reached for his hand, holding it tight.
It was like seeing someone walk for the first time. His movements were clumsy and uncoordinated at first, but once he realised what had happened, he quickly got the hang of it.
“How you feeling bro?” asked Gerard.
“I... I don’t k-know” Mikey stuttered out, slowly turning his head.
“Where am I?” he then asked.
“You’re back in your room, at the hospital, babe” Gina spoke, Mikey’s head immediately turning in her direction.
“Gina?” he carefully asked.
“Yeah, I’m here Mikey, right here” she got up from her seat and sat down next to Mikey on bed. His hands carefully touched around for her and when he finally found her, a smile broke on to his face.
“I thought I’d never hear you again” he breathed out, his hands cupping her cheek.
“Sweetheart, you’re blind, not deaf” politely said Gerard with a goofy smile.
“I know asshole!” Mikey hissed, then turned back to Gina: “I just thought you won’t be here anymore after I wake up”
Gina’s mouth flew open in shock and yes, even anger, but she was hurt, actually hurt.
She looked at me and Gee, her eye slightly twitching.
“Is it morally wrong to hit a blind person?” she asked through her teeth.
“Why would you-“ Mikey began to say, but was cut off by his older brother.
“No, go ahead”
Gina smacked Mikey against his shoulder, receiving a small whimper from him.
“What was that for?” he asked, genuanlly confused.
“How the hell could you think that?!” she yelled at him, then gave him another smack. And just like that the strong, ‘I don’t give a fuck’, sassy, hard core Gina was back.
“I’m sorry” Mikey pouted, sticking out his lower lip. Gina watched him for a moment, then leaned in and gently kissed him. He was surprised at first, but then returned an equally gentle kiss.
They were so sweet!
“Hey, amm... Frankie?” Sam called from behind my back. I forgot she was even there.
“Yeah?”
“It’s time to change your gauze” she said, giving me an apologetic smile.
“Yeah, okay” I said and got off of Gerard’s lap.
“I’ll go with you” Gerard said, starting to get up from his seat, but I stopped him by pressing my finger to his lips.
“You’ll stay here and be with your brother. I’ll be fine and I’ll see you later” I said to him, and he just nodded without a word.
Sam again took me by my elbow to help me walk and we left for my room, which was in the hall opposite Mikey’s.
“Your friend really seems to love him” she said softly.
“Yeah, she really does. It’s really sweet actually” I smiled, even though my still broken ribs hurt like a bitch, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle.
“And you?” she then asked.
“And me, what?”
“Are you in love?”
“Of course I am. Gerard’s my everything” I said, a smile sneaking on to my face. Sam remained quiet.
“Why you asking?” I ask, when it seemed like she wasn’t going to continue.
“I just... I don’t... You know what, sorry, it’s not my place to say such things” she said, waving with her free hand, like she was pushing her thoughts away.
“No, tell me!” I said, just as we entered my room. I sat down on the bed, as Sam prepared the supplies.
“Well, it’s just... It’s clear to me that you both like each other, but I just see you more in love with the fact that someone has a sort of a deeper affection for you and not so much with the person” she said, avoiding eye contact.
“No, you’re wrong. I love Gerard, I loved him even before I knew his feelings about me!” I said, feeling kind of hurt she would think that.
“Yes, well, like I said, it’s not my place to say” she shyly smiled, then began cleaning the stitches.
I couldn’t get her words out of my head. She was wrong, wasn’t she? I mean... People had like me before, not a lot of them to be honest, but some did and I didn’t feel anything towards them, so why would Gee be an exception?
Well, he’s not, because I know I love him! Not the idea. I love the person, not the feelings he has. I love all of him, not because I knew he loved me back, but because I felt complete with him.
I remembered this thing I read on Tumbler a while back. And it said, that god or Zeus or I don't really remember who it was, had initially created creatures with four arms and four legs. But god began to fear the power of these creatures for they were to powerful. So God, split them in half, creating two equal halves – thus creating soul mates. And that now both of these halves search for each other, so they could be complete once again.
If you ask me, I had already found my half, I had found the other half of my soul. And that soul lives inside the body of a beautiful being, with red hair, hazel eyes, pale skin and pinkish lips. True, it resided in the body of my art teacher, but never throughout history has forbidden love stopped the two halves to come together. It wasn’t always easy, but like Michael Faudet said: “Love is never easy when it hides in the shadows of guilty kisses and hands held in secret”

Notes

Hey sweethearts...
This is getting worse and worse and worse... I'm just... I'm sorry... *hides under a rock*

So, I have just one more day of school (Halellujah!) and I hope that the creative juices will get flowing while I do a whole month of practical work (yes, for school, but it's not school!)
*Fingers crossed* *hopes for a miracle to happen*

So, well... Stay Fabulous <3 xo and please don't give up on this stoy just yet, even though it pretty much sucks right now...

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