Sing It Out

*Sam’s POV*

I woke up to a familiar beeping sound. I had landed in the hospital once again. What happened? I must have tried to talk. I tried to sit up, but my head still felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I was light-headed and still in extreme pain. A familiar, yet unplaceable voice rang through my head.

“Are you okay?”

I looked to my left, and there, sitting in a chair, was Gerard. Freaking. Way. Why was he in my hospital room? Not that I’m complaining. All the memories from earlier flooded back. Oh my god. We won. I even said the line in SING without passing out. But if I said that successfully, why am I here?

“Sam? You okay?”

I nodded slightly.

His face darkened. “It’s all my fault. I should have known you were going to say something. I should have stopped you.”

I looked around the room for something to write on. I saw a pad of blank paper and a pen on the counter. I pointed to it, and Gerard handed it to me. I began to write.

No way. It’s definitely not your fault. It’s mine for talking.

“But why did you think that this,” he said, he said gesturing to the hospital room, “was worth it for saying two little words. All you said was thank you.”

I blushed. I felt like you needed to hear it. You really did so much for me.

“Ah, it’s not that big of a deal. I like making music for kids.”

He has no idea. No idea how much he saved me. I owe you my life times 8.

He looked appalled. “No you do not. I am very glad I helped you, but it’s just what I do. You don’t do me anything.”

I shook my head. You have no idea. I wish I could tell you.

“I know Sam, I’m sorry, it must suck for you. You really didn’t need to thank me.”

I felt like I was about to cry. This man has no idea that he is an angel from heaven.

Why are you here?

“Well Sam, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they tend to-”

I cut him off by chucking a piece of paper at him, before writing another note.

A dad joke, Way? Really?

“Yeah sorry. I’m still a dad at heart. I came here because I felt that it was my fault that you passed out and I wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

Please, Gerard. This happens all the time. I need to learn to keep my mouth closed.

“Well, excuse me for caring. Besides, we called your mom, and she said, and I quote ‘Eh she’ll be fine. I don’t care anyway.’ I felt bad and I kind of wanted to be a parental figure, I guess.”

Ah, Gerard, I’m sorry.

“What the hell are you sorry about? I’m sorry that your mom didn’t show up.”

I’m used to it.

“No. Nobody should ever have to ‘used to’ their parent not caring. Nobody should have to be ‘used to’ getting beat up all the time.”

How did you know about that?

“Know about what? Wait, do you get beaten up?”

No.

“Don’t lie to me.”

I don’t!

“Samantha-”

He was interrupted by the door opening. A doctor stepped inside.

“I see you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

I updated him on my condition via notepad. I end up here all the time, so the doctors and nurses know me pretty well. I’m usually in and out within two hours.

He turned to Gerard.

“So are you her stepfather or something? She usually doesn’t have a parental figure available when she comes here.”

Stepfather? Gerard blushed.

“No sir, I was there when the incident occurred and I wanted to make sure that she was okay. We just met today.”

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, I totally haven’t loved you since I was 9. I cursed at myself for having such cynical thoughts.

Obviously I didn’t have a crush on him. Not only is he twenty-something years older than me, he’s also male. I tend to prefer the female gender.

But man, this guy is my hero. He’s saved my life countless times. Like an umbrella, keeping the rain off of me, until I can get inside.

The doctor nodded. “Alright sir. What did you say your name was?”

“Way. Gerard Way.”

The doctor froze up for a minute. “Gerard Way. You’re a singer right? In that band?”

Gerard blushed even deeper. “Yeah.”

“My daughters love you. They never stop talking about how much of an inspiration you are. They went to see you on your solo tour.”

Gerard was now the color of a tomato. “That’s amazing. I’m glad that I make people’s lives better.”

I felt a twinge of jealousy, and I wasn’t quite sure why. I knew Gerard had saved the lives of many. I knew I wasn’t the only one. I suppose that I had foolishly hoped that he had stayed with me at the hospital because he thought I was special. Oh well, it’s great that he cares so much about all of his fans.

About 20 minutes later, I was discharged from the hospital. The rest of my band had already gone home, because I told them to (via pen and paper). This happens quite often, and they understand that I don’t like having people around to witness my suffering.

My Chemical Romance, however, are a different story. The entire band had stayed throughout my visit at the hospital, as they believed it was ‘their fault.’ Gerard in particular, would not leave me alone.

“Are you okay? Are you sure?” My head and neck were getting sore from nodding so much.

Frank was clinging to Gerard’s arm worriedly. I tried telling them (via notebook) to relax, but they wouldn’t stop freaking out.

“Sorry Sam. Fatherly instinct. I miss having children.” Frank smiled.

Don’t you have Miles and the twins?

“Oh Jamia has full custody. I see them twice a year at the most.”

That must suck.

He rolled his eyes. ‘No kidding. I miss them like hell.”

At this point, my mother’s car pulled up in front of the sidewalk we were standing on.

I better go now.

They seemed sad to see me go. “Bye Sam. It was very nice meeting you. Sorry for, um, this.” Mikey gestured to the hospital.

Dude, it’s nothing. And it was awesome meeting you guys. Best day of my life.

Gerard blushed. “Hey maybe we could collab sometime.”

Oh my god was he serious?

That would seriously be awesome.

“Yeah! Actually, I’ll give you my number so you can text me.”

Oh my god, no way.

You don’t have to do that.

“No it’s okay. I feel kind of protective of you too, you can literally text me anytime you need help.” He blushed and handed me a slip of paper with his number on it.

Thank you :) This really means a lot.

“No problem, really. You better go now, your mom will come in to get you any second.”

But of course she wouldn’t she doesn’t care enough. She wants to get away as fast as possible. As if to prove my point, she honked loudly twice. I blushed and walked toward the door, before turning around and waving to the guys. They smiled and waved back. I considered saying something, just to stay here a little longer, but I decided against it. They probably wouldn’t stay and I would be stuck here alone.

I turned around and left the hospital, ready to face my mother.

Notes

Aye, sorry that was shorter than usual. I'll update again pretty soon. We're moving and I'm seriously stressed out.

In other news that you don't care about, my band kicked me out and replaced me. How rude :(

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~Chloe Rose