Save me from this hospital bed

Frank's point of view:

"Do you think he's okay?"

"I think so. Honestly, right now, it's hard to tell."

"That was terrifying..."

"I guess next time, he'll have a friend with him..."

"S'all good, as long as he is okay..."

A rush of sensations, and feelings, and sounds rushed over me like a wave. I could hear. I could feel. Everything was there within an instant. I could hear two voices conversating, feeling directly over me.

A rhythmic beeping comes into focus. It is steady, and slow. It is a slow, yet quick noise. Beep... Beep... Beep...

"God, I really hope he's okay. He was acting odd, and then... He was out..," feminine, yet masculine, voice says glumly. It's familiar, but unrecognizable. I know the voice. It's perfect, and beautiful, and soothing.

In that second, I realized the sense that I didn't have: sight. I tried to open my eyes, but my body would not allow it. That beeping sound became more frequent. I felt my pulse race. The beeping went from every few seconds to almost constantly. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Oh my gosh, is he okay?" The male voice asked, nervous and scared. I wished to open my eyes and show him that I was okay- that there was nothing to worry about.

"He's okay. He's just panicking a little," what sounded like my mom's voice said flatly, and unflatteringly.

"Do you know of a way to help him?"

"He's fine. You don't need to help him. Do whatcha like, I'm gettin a coffee."

A clicking noise (like a clicking of heals on a hard floor) occurred and faded, ending after a light slamming. It sounded like someone leaving a room.
I felt a sensation on my hand, feeling like someone was holding mine in theirs. "Don't worry, sweetie. I gotcha. You're okay...," he told me. That distant beeping slowed gradually as I felt myself calm down.

Then it hit me. I was in the hospital.

***SOME TIME EARLIER***

"Oh my God!"

"I can't believe I'm here!"

"This cannot be happening!"

Fangirls all around me shouted, their voices annoying and shrill. Then again, that was my own fault. I had gone to a concert that I had known would be packed with girls.So, really, I had no excuse to complain.

"Hello, New Jersey!" A happy, cheery voice boomed. I looked up, my eyes instantly pleased. On the stage stood Gerard Way: the only thing I thought about. "How are you all?!"

"Gooood!!!!" A group of girls cheered.

"That's great! Glad to hear that you're just as pumped as I am!!" He made hand gestures as he spoke. I couldn't help but smile.

"WOO!!" Several people beside me chanted. I sighed, rolling my eyes a little. I let out a shaky breath, growing stressed by the amount of people on every side of me.

Gerard first sang Action Cat, then Juarez, and after that, Maya The Psychic. He played with a tambourine and danced a bit. He cracked an awful joke every now and then.

"Wow, you girls are excited!" Gerard smiled as he spoke, right after a girl shrieked. Suddenly, his eyes were locked on me. "Actually, I mean girls and guys."

Our eyes remain we on each other. I batted my eyelashes, trying to be cute. He winked. I felt my heart flutter. I grew a little dizzy, my legs feeling heavy.

I smiled back, a few girls looking at me and glaring. I smirked and brushed some of my hair out of my face.

"Faggot...," the girl next to me said, her voice just barely auditory. I snapped my head towards her.

"What was sthat?" I inquired. She smiled wickedly.

"I said you're a faggot. A fucking faggot," wow. A Gerard Way fan that was homophobic. Don't see that often.

"And what led you to this assumption?"

"Seriously? Do you see yourself? You're surrounded by chicks and you're looking at Gerard like you're going to run up there and fuck him- the whole crowd watching you!"

"Listen, I really don't need your opinion. What you think does not matter. What matters is what I see about myself.Thanks."

She rolled her eyes and looked back at the stage, Gerard's eyes seemed trained onto me, like he watched the whole conversation. I suddenly felt bad about being one of the few guys at the concert. I watched Gerard sing and dance around for the rest of the time being.

At the end of the concert, Gerard agreed to do a signing. Lucky for me, I had my Gerard Way Hesitant Alien CD in my backpack.

Again, I was like, the only guy- other than Gerard, of course. I stood in the boring line, much like the concert, I felt bad.

Finally, after what felt like forever, it was my turn in line. Gerard smiled at me. I flashed a weak, scared smile. I held out the CD, looking at my feet, nervously.

"Have fun during the concert?" Gerard spoke softly. I nodded. "Anything in particular that you'd like me to write?"

"No... N-not r-really...," I stuttered.

"Okay... Suprise ya then?"

"Sure..."

He scribbled his signature and a couple lines from a very familiar song. 'Are you hearing voices again? Are they with you? And are they giving you commands?' He smiled and handed me the CD.

"Th-thanks...," I accepted it, nervous.

"By the way, what's your name?" I wanted to answer him, but words wouldn't come to me. My mouth was dry and I couldn't speak.

"Are you okay?" He questioned. I nodded. "Are you sure? You're swaying."

I nodded again. I blinked. When I opened my eyes, the ground was rushing to meet me. Gerard rushed to his knees. He knelt over me, a worried expression on his face. His mouth moved as if he were speaking, but there was no sound. All I heard was a ringing noise. He blurred and faded away. I slowly slipped from consciousness.

When I finally could open my eyes, I felt my heart rate pick up drastically. There, across the room, his body slumped forwards as he slept was...

Notes

Um, hey!! New idea!! Whatcha think so far?? Good? Bad? Worthy of continuing? Sorry if certain things make no sense... It's nearly 1:30am, so I'm kinda senseless... Feel free to comment and all that jazz!! Thanks for reading! Stay safe!! Bye!!

~MCR Babe 124~