Sold My Soul

Gerard’s POV
After seeing that kid get hit by a car I couldn’t handle school anymore. I decided to go visit my grandmother Helena. She is at my least favorite place in New Jersey. Belleville Hospital. You may be asking ‘Why is she at the hospital?’ The answer to that is simple. She has cancer. Stage four lung cancer. The doctors say that she has about 7 months to live. I am terrified that she is dying, besides Mikey she is my only support. She is the only one who knows about what happened last summer. I can’t lose her. As I arrive at the hospital I notice a bunch of paramedics pushing a stretcher with a small body on it. That kid looks like the one that got hurt at school. I move closer to the group and notice that it is that kid. I really hope he is okay. It would be a shame for a gorgeous dude like that to die. At least now I know he’s here. I should probably figure out his name. I walk over to one of the many nurses at the Emergency station.
“Excuse me? I was wondering if you could tell me the name of the boy that was just brought in here. I watched the accident happen and I wanted to check on him.” I say to the nurse.
“His name is Frank. I won’t tell you his last name but I will tell you his room number. His room number is 268 in the West wing. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask”. She says with a wink. The more I look at her the more she seems to resemble a raccoon. Her eyeliner is so overly done that it seems to go down to her cheek bone. I had half a mind to tell her that I am gay and don’t swing that way. I decide not to since I had more pressing matters at hand.
“Yah thank you for, umm, telling me where he is. I’ll... Uh… tell you if I need anything” I stutter out. She seems disappointed by my response but seems to get over it. I turn around and start walking to the Cancer Ward. Turns out the West wing is right down the hall. Once I get to my Grandmothers room I knock. Even though I am freaking out I still have manners. My grandmother’s nurse opens the door. Her name is Nurse Lyn-z. She is extremely nice, except for the fact she hits on me all the time. She can’t seem to realize that I am gay. She has black hair and a couple tattoos. I am fascinated with tattoos but I would never get one. Needles are terrifying. I mean who really wants a shit load of those in their skin? Nurse Lyn-z smiles at me and lets me in Helena’s room.
“Hi Grandma” I practically squeal. I normally visit her at least twice a week but lately it’s been once every few weeks. My depression has majorly gotten to me after the Doctor told me that she only had a few months left. I didn’t realize how much I missed her until now.
“Hi sweetie! How are you? I haven’t seen you that much. What’s wrong you seem panicked?” Grandma asks me. I look at her and just start bawling. I tell her everything. Starting from what Mikey said down to when I saw Frank get hit by that car. I honestly didn’t expect to hear what she said next. “Honey you need to see if that boy is alight. You said he was new?” I nod, “Then you need to be his friend. He probably doesn’t have any and this doesn’t seem like a good start for him. Okay?” She looks at me with concerned eyes. I can tell that she think that I need a new friend. She’s not wrong. Besides Ray and Mikey I don’t have anyone else. I made up my mind right there that I was going to attempt to be friends with Frank. I look up at grandma and give her a bone crushing hug. “I don’t know what I am going to do when you’re gone,” I say with tears, once again, in my eyes. “Gee, you are going to be okay. I’m not leaving forever. Plus I will always watch over you. So that means to random hookups. I do not want to see that.” She says with a serious face before she starts laughing. I join her laughter. It feels good to be here laughing and smiling I don’t seem to do it enough. I look at my watch and realize it’s getting late. I don’t want Mikey to worry. Our parents are always at work so they don’t really care. I stand up and tell my grandmother that I love her and I will see her tomorrow. She looks sad that I have to go but still says goodbye. We hug then I turn around and leave the Cancer Ward. I remember that I still needed to check in my Frankie. Wait my Frankie? I haven’t even met him yet. For some reason I just feel this pull towards him. I take a left and go towards his room.
There it is room 268. I knock on the door and the woman I saw from the school opened the door. Her eyes were red and puffy meaning she has been crying. “Hello. My name is Gerard Way. I saw the accident today and I wanted to check on Frank. Is he okay?” I ask hopeful. “Oh. Thank you for checking on him. I know you don’t know him but you would have probably liked him.” She starts to cry again. She’s talking to him in past tense. Oh no. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you talking to him in past tense? Is he okay?” I ask worriedly. “He’s in a coma. He hit his head hard and caused him to have some damage. They don’t know if he will wake up.” She looks over at her son sadly. I feel so bad for her. Even though I don’t know her I want to hug her. I put my hand on her shoulder at look her in the eyes. “He is going to wake up and be okay. He is not going to leave you. I wanted to know if it is okay if I visit him until he gets better. My grandmother is down the hall and I wanted to check in on him while I’m here.” She looks at Frank then back at me thinking. Oh god I hope she doesn’t think that I am going to kill him or something. I start to panic until she looks back at me and says, “I don’t see that as a problem. Also you are right, he will wake up. Thank you. Now if you don’t mind I think we should both get some sleep.” I agree and say goodnight. I walk to the door and look over my shoulder at the comatose Frank before I sigh and walk away. I drive home and sit in the car for about 5 minutes. It seems longer. As I sit there I realize something, I am making friends with an unconscious person. That has to be some completely mental shit. I sigh, get out of the car and walk towards the front door. The living room door is still on so I know that Mikey is still awake. I walk into the house and get about 6 feet in before Mikey bombards me with questions. “Not now Mikey. I’m tired. I will explain in the morning. Okay?” He nods and lets me pass. I walk to the basement door and descend down the Devil stairs. They are called that because they like tripping people and make these groaning noises when you step on them wrong. After I get down to my room I strip off my clothes down to my boxers and get into my bed. Once my head hits the pillow I am out.
~le time lapse~
It has been a week since Frank has been admitted into the hospital. They say there is a high chance that he is going to wake up soon. Apparently there was some brain activity and everyone got excited. When I came into his room today he was awake. Like holy shit this comatose dude is awake and fucking handsome. “Oh look who’s awake.” I saw to him. He turns to me and stares. It would have been uncomfortable if I didn’t think he was cute. He asked me who I was and I told him my name. I found out his last name was Iero. He seems like an interesting guy. I told him that I have been visiting every day. After I told him he seemed panicked. I hope he doesn’t think that I am some creeper. “Wait hold up. Every day? How long have I been here?” “I tell him about a week and he seems to freak out. I tell him that I have to go to see my grandma. There is a look in his hazel eyes that I can’t seem to identify. Oh well. “Let me see your phone.” I ask him. This is my way of attempting to get his number. He tells me where his phone is and I out my number in under Gee <3. I felt like being bold I hope he doesn’t mind. Once I leave I get a nurse for him and walk down the hall to my Grandma Helena’s room. Once I get there I see tons of nurses and doctors go in and out. Then I hear it. The worse sound in existence. The continuous beep. “No” I say before I fall into the black.

Notes

I am so sorry that i haven't updated. I will update more i promise. If i dont update in a week you have permission to throw fruitcake at me.
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