I should have never been driving

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, “Hello?” I say in a groggy voice. “Mikey? It’s frank. It Gerard, he’s in the hospital”
I shot up, out of bed “what happened?!” I gasp, I can’t say that I’m on best terms with my brother and I know I blame him for me losing Kayla but I don’t want him to get hurt. Not ever.
“Where are you? I’m coming!” I said shakily.
“Mikey, we’re in Brooklyn and its 2am” he muffled. “Mikey... he j-just stopped breathing.”
I heard the desperation in his voice. “But.. he’s still..” I say, dragging in a breath. my mind wondered to all of the possible responses I could receive from Frank.
”he’s alive, he’s being seen by a doctor as we speak.”
frank said with a sigh.
“He’s not using again?” I say, relived that he’s alive.
“What. No, I don’t...” Frank replied before stopping. “He took Xanax, but that was it. I thought they were prescription”
I had to explain exactly what he was dealing with. “Frank, he’s an addict. Did he take anything else?”
I thought he was clean, he was just getting back on track I thought to myself. “I.. I didn’t know.”
After I knew what the doctor said I hung up and went down to Gerard’s room, dodging all of the boxes and things on the floor. I went to is dresser and started looking for anything he might of used before he left.
There was a small bag with white residue inside. “For fuck sake Gee” I mutter to myself, putting the bag in his trash can.
If I tell mom she will flip and he will flip and I’ll be caught in the middle. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and rang Ray, sitting down on Gerard’s bed. I breathed in time with the dial tones. “H-hello?” Ray said sleepily
”Ray? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, it’s uh.. it’s Frank and Gerard, they’re at a hospital in Brooklyn. Gerard, he stopped breathing and I’m worried. I didn’t know who to call. What do I do? Tell me what I do!” I pant.
”whoa, slow down. Gerard stopped breathing? Frank? Is he okay? Is Gerard okay? What happened?!”
he said, is voice cracking. “I dont... i don’t know” I said mumbling and I walked to the stairs of Gerard’s room. “He was getting better, he was!” I start to sob. “I was too hard on him the other day. I didn’t mean those things that I said. It wasn’t his fault Ray, it wasn’t” I almost yelled, tears filling my eyes. “Hey, Mikey. Don’t beat yourself up. It’s not your fault either. He will be okay, he’s got Frank. Frank has been my friend since 1st grade. If anyone can help, it’s him” he said in a reassuring voice.
He has to be okay. He has to.

Notes

Hello my lovelies.
Back again. Lots of free time on my hands and I just can’t seem to let this one go until I’ve finished it.
Stay tuned for more, if anyone is in fact reading.
Y’all keep being y’all. :)