Only One Way

Is sitting in the hospital waiting room with Mikey, waiting for any news on Gerard. I desperately hoped he was going to be okay. I was hungover and feeling terrible. Yeah the headache and throbbing throughout my body were pretty bad but the worst part was that I knew this was all my fault.
i shouldn't have let him see me drunk. I thought and realized that everything I've done, every move I'd made since I met Gerard in that little book store, has led up to this moment. With Gerard barely alive in one of these white hospital rooms, hell maybe he's taking his last breath now. And it's all my fault, the thought made my eyes well up with tears and I but my lip and squeezed them shut.
When I opened them Mikey was standing. I followed his gaze to a man in a white coat. the doctor I thought, and stood up too. "What's going on with my brother?" Mikey asked,a pleading look in his bloodshot eyes.
"the good news? He's alive, he cut his wrist horistontally instead of vertically so we were able to stich him up, and if he would've cut even a centimeter deeper then he would have hit his vein and he wouldn't be alive right now, but we were able to save his life. "
"oh thank God he's alive" Mikey gasped, "he needed about three stitches and we put antibiotics on all of the less severe cuts." I looked at Mikey and he kept nodding, the releif visible in his eyes. "But, we would like to keep him here for a week, in the mental Ward. We would like him to talk with our couseler so we can determine whether he needs medication.
Mikey just nodded at this but I spoke up, " so he'll be gone a week? " "yes that is correct" the doctor answered and I let out a little whimper, but not one loud enough to be heard, can I go that long without Gerard? We'd only been together for a few weeks but he was already my world.
"you may come visit at ten a.m. tomorrow but after that we ask to have no visitors." " yes of course" Mikey answered then thanked the doctor then grabbed our things walked out to the car. The same one that Gerard took me up to the mountain in.
We didn't talk the whole car ride home, and when we got to the house Mikey went straight to his first floor room. I could hear his sobbing as I went to the stairs and wanted to comfort him but sensing that he needed some time alone.
I got to my room an crawled under the covers. As soon as I did that the tears slipped out. I was shaking uncontrollably, screaming into the pillow so Mikey couldn't hear me.
Soon the sobbing slowed down and I fell into a fitful sleep.

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Mikey softly shook me awake and I glanced at the clock, 2:47 a.m.
then I looked up at Mikey, his face was stained with fresh tears, although none were sliding down his face.
"Frank? Can I sleep with you tonight?" He asked, voice wobbly and tired. "Y-yeah sure." I said and lifted the covers up so he could slip under.
I wrapped my arms around him and he started crying, hands going up to his face. "Shhh shh, it's okay, he's alive Mikey, he's alive." I said as soothingly as I could "if we didn't find him he wouldn't be, god he was doing so good Frank! What happened?"
He started crying harder and I moved my hand to run through his hair. "Shhh, it's not your fault Mikey." it's mine.
a quiet tear ran down my cheek and I squeezed Mikey tighter. After about half an hour Mikey's breathing evened, and eventually I fell asleep too, still holding on tight to Mikey.

Notes

Sorry I wasn't able to update yesterday, especially at such a cliffhanger. I hope this chapter was good. Also please don't hate me. Love you all!