Weighted

((Frank's POV))
"Good morning Gee" I smiled at him, and got up from bed, and stretched my arms and legs, it was a bit dark outside, and it was raining so hard outside, "do you think you could drive me home?" I yawned grabbing my shirt from the night stand, and sliding it on, "Sure Frank, anything for you!" Gerard was already wearing clothes, he was currently brushing his teeths, so we were all set to leave, I followed him downstairs to my 67 Impala, the paint was chipping off and she was a bit beat up, but she's still beautiful to me.
"Keys?" he asked, I took them out of my front pocket and tossed them to him, he unlocked the doors, and we hopped into the car. We both buckled up, and Gerard started the car, I turned the radio on and listened to some rock, and our favorite song came on, so it wasn't long before we were singing along. We were driving along the road, not long before Gerard managed to loose control, and I just clutched onto the door, like that would help, "HIT THE BRAKES, HIT THE BRAKES, HIT THE FUCKING BREAKS!" I could see Gerard hit the breaks with his foot various times, "I'M TRYING BUT NOTHINGS WORKING!" I could hear the fear in his voice as, and then BAM! we slammed against a tree. Our lives flashed before our eyes.
I could hear Gerard screaming out my name a million times, lights were flashing, I could hardly make anything out, it was all blurry, and slightly blacking out bit by bit, I could hear men screaming, "TAKE HIM OUT!" one yelled, the other "WE NEED TO SAVE HIM!" and then, finally, Everything blacked out.

((Gerard's POV))
I fought ferociously on the gurney screaming out Frank's name, I wanted to see if he was okay, I couldn't do anything, I was very weak, but I can't leave Frank on his own, I didn't even have the chance to tell him that I loved him, I should've told him last night... but that didn't matter right now, I just wanted to know if he was alright. They kept holding me down, telling me to calm down, but, how could I calm down at a time like this? I might loose the only thing in this world that's kept me alive, and you want me to calm down!? I just wanted to see my dear Frank.
One of them told me he was going to be alright, another paramedic said he'll be fine if he makes it... if he makes it... that swam through my head... IF he made it. I completely lost it, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN IF HE MAKES IT!? PLEASE, LET ME SEE IF HE'S ALR- AHHH!" my leg was broken, I felt sharp pains on my back, and my head hurt like hell, I had fresh blood on my hands, bruises and scratches, and glass lodged in my arms and some parts of my chest, "God damn it..." I finally decided to lay down and choke back my tears, I've lost all the energy to fight back anymore, "Good, Good, he'll be alright, he's going to be on life support, you'll be alright too, as far as I'm concerned." I closed my eyes and let it all sink in, as far as I was afraid of needles, I was afraid of losing someone I loved. I fell asleep the entire way to the emergency room, I didn't want to see the needles pierce into my body.

Notes

Sorry for this shitty chapter, i'm trying my best on editing things in and out so it's more enjoyable