Blow a Kiss at the Methane Skies

Gerard looks over the people's faces as he rushes down the hallway towards his mother's hospital room. She had a stroke earlier this week and hasn't been doing very well, according to his brother. His eyes widen as he remembers his brother's texts. He quickly pulls his phone out and sighs as he looks over them.

FROM:Mikey 'God, Gerard, fucking ignoring me? Really?'

Gerard sighs and rubs his face, putting his phone back before he picks up his brisk walk to Donna's, his mom, hospital room. He passes the odd looks of nurses around him and knocks on her door slowly. He looked at the room number and the surroundings, trying to memorize everything so he knew just where he would have to go. He sighs and slowly opens the door, walking in. He refuses to look at his mother yet, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"Gerard?" Mikey pipes up, his voice cracking. Gerard turns around and looks up. Mikey's hair was disheveled and his clothes dirty, his eyes were red and puffy from crying so much.

"Sorry I'm late, I had to stop at a hotel." Gerard replies quietly as he walks over beside his brother, hugging him tightly. Mikey hugs him back, looking at his mom as she breathes steadily in her bed. Gerard pulls away from Mikey and sits in a chair that Mikey had pulled up beside the bed for him. He moves and looks at his mom's hand. It was wrinkly and bruised from where they had tried to start her IV but the vein collapsed. He gently slides her hand into his and watches her machines beep, taking her heartbeat and putting it into sounds and light that came on the screen.

He chews his lip, trying not to cry. It was just like when he lost his Grandma Elena. It was too close. His throat began to burn as he thought of the times his mother and him shared, good and bad. in fact, he remembers the last thing he had said to her, and it wasn't the best words his mother should have heard.

"I can't deal with you right now, mom. I need to work."

He frowned deeply, wrinkles showing over his face. He really regrets those words. Before they had been a small cry of his stress aimed towards his mother since his comic was just beginning to get together and he was trying to get new music for a second album. He didn't think he had time to talk to his mother, he had the rest of her life to talk to her, right? Seems like that wasn't long enough anymore.

He he looks up to Mikey who had dragged his own chair over, chewing his lip to keep himself from crying in front of his older brother. Gerard rubbed his arm, forcing a small and sad smile.

"I'm sure she'll be okay." He says quietly, his voice raspy. Mikey nods slowly as he looks at his feet. Gerard sighs and leans over, wrapping his arms around Mikey's shoulders again.

"G-Gerard, th-they said - they said th-they don't know." Mikey whispers as tears begin to roll down his face and onto Gerard's shoulder. Gerard runs his hand over Mikey's back, trying desperately to comfort him even though he was the one who thought he needed comfort.

"Y-Yeah, but she'll pull through. She always does." He nods, mostly to reassure himself. Mikey sniffles and hugs Gerard tighter. He felt like they were kids again, scared of the thunderstorm waiting outside. Scared it could be a tornado, even though that was unlikely since they lived in New Jersey. Mikey sniffles and snaps Gerard back to reality.

"G-Gee?" He asks quietly. The older brother pulls back and rubs away Mikey's tears.

"Yeah?" He asks as Mikey looks at his lap, wiping his nose. He chewed his lip hard again, trying to decide on whether or not he should say anything. Gerard rubs his arm. "What is it?"

"D-Did Frank text you?" He whispers, looking up after a second. Gerard's mouth was slightly open as he looked at his brother, wondering how the hell he knew.

"Well, y-yeah. But I ignored him." He replies, hunching over his mom's bed as he turns back towards her. Mikey frowns and sighs, nodding as he pats his knees nervously.

"I, I just think you two should make up." Mikey nudges Gerard, trying to be playful. Gerard looks up at him in disbelief.

"Mikey! No! You know what he's done to me!" He whisper yells to him. Mikey looks down quickly and nods.

"It wasn't just you getting hurt." Mikey says quietly again. Gerard huffs and crosses his arms, sitting back more. "He has been really upset about you completely ignoring him now."

Gerard laughs dryly and rolls his eyes. "He deserves it, the bastard."

Mikey sighs and nods slowly, chewing his lip. "You know, you could talk to him again."

"Fuck him. I hate him." Gerard grumbles, closing his eyes as he leans his head against the back of the chair. He chews his lip and moves a hand up, trying to brush his hair away from his face.

"I invited him for dinner. When we go home he'll be there." Mikey mumbles quietly. Gerard's eyes pop open and he glares at Mikey, sitting up.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?!" He whispers angrily. Mikey winces back a bit. "I'm stayin here over night then."

"Visiting hours are over in 30 minutes and since she's not a minor, we aren't allowed to stay." Mikey says, looking down.

Gerard huffs and gets up. He turns to leave before turning back and hugging his mom gently. He writes her a short note and leaves it on the table before stomping out of the room. He hated himself for being so petty but he really did dislike Frank for everything he had done to him. He sighs as he quickly walks out of the hospital and to his car again. He hadn't brought any of his credit cards with him and was running out of cash so he knew he had to go to his mom's house, whether he liked it or not. He might as well get pizza on the way home, he knew Frank liked pizza.

Notes

Oops I take so long to update - I'll get faster I swear.