beep… beep… beep… beep…

A loud sound seemed to whip through my ears, piercing the silence that had surrounded me for so long. The darkness suddenly didn't seem so dark anymore, as if it was nighttime and the sun was finally rising from the horizon.

Honestly, dying wasn't all it's cracked up to be.

There were no pearly gates, no Witch, no deity coming down from the sky and meeting your soul, or your spirit if you will. It was just black. Like you just fell into a dreamless, kind of uncomfortable sleep.

And sort of felt like I was trapped. Like a coma, I guess. An eternal coma. Well, I better get used to it though.

But the beeping was the first sound I had heard in a while, which did excite me. And as soon as it did, I heard the beeping go a little bit faster. Which did worry me, and surprise me at the same time, making the beeping go even faster.

And suddenly it was like I was ripped out a dreamless sleep, as my eyes flew open and all my senses returned to complete normal. Or they were heightened. I couldn't tell. The beeping grew even faster, much faster than before. I heard yelps and shrieks of surprise as my eyes eventually came into focus to stare at a couple smartly dressed woman standing in front of me, holding their clipboards over their mouths as their faces morphed into those of pure shock.

And as soon as I saw the happy face logo printed on the clipboards, my heart rate sped up more and the beeping went incredibly fast as I started to hyperventilate, wanting to die yet again. I knew I was on a hospital bed, which didn't help my situation as thoughts raced throughout my head, each seemingly going faster than the speed of light.

“He wasn't supposed to wake up yet!” One of the woman shrieked, which made my heart rate go even faster, if that was possible. One of the other woman, sporting black hair up in a bob, was staring at me like I was a monster. I stared right back at her with the same expression, my hyperventilating growing even worse.

“Calm him!” I heard someone screech, and suddenly I felt something surge in me, begging me to get up. Use your bloody arms to get up. And get out. Onto the desert. Now.

And I did.

I forced my arms to plant themselves in a position to which I could push myself up, and with all my strength I pushed my upper torso up and off of the bed, finding it a lot harder than I remember it being. I noticed I wasn't wearing my Killjoy attire, but instead wearing an almost blinding white hospital gown and a hospital wrist band. Fucking things…

My head jerked upwards as my eyes adjusted to the lights, and I looked over to my left to see a scared bunch of little kids with a teacher figure standing protectively in front of them standing near to the smartly dressed women. I blew some of my still long (thank god) raven hair out of my eyes as I stared at them, a couple of the kids cowering behind the supposed teacher figure. They all looked at me like I was a monster, something to be feared greatly.

“Teacher… he's awake…” One of the little children who was hiding behind the teacher squeaked, cowering even farther behind her as I looked towards them. The teacher shhed the child, looking straight at me.

“Shhh. He can't hurt you, Gerard.” That name sent shivers down my spine, and suddenly I began to hyperventilate faster. Memories flooded through my mind at that name, memories I'd rather not reminisce on.

I let out a low growl, causing more shrieks from the kids as I stared at the teacher with such a rage filled glare, that she widened her own brown eyes and stepped back, the children doing the same.

“Mrs. Williams, is that his friend?” One of the other child spoke up, pointing the other way. The teacher - Mrs. Williams - shhed them once more.

“The other rebel, why yes. It is.” I suddenly felt another urge to look at whoever it was.

And as I turned my head to look, I swear to God without the beeping machine I would have sworn my heart had stopped.

There, laying on another hospital bed, was the one and only Party Poison.

Even though it felt like my heart had frozen, the beeping machine grew unhealthy fast as my breathing increased in speed as my widened eyes gazed upon the - probably comatose - person in front of me. His hair was it's natural brown, void of any dyes or additives that I grown accustomed to it having, but still long as shit. It was clear it had been cut, rather choppily, but still cut all the same. It looked like he was sleeping, but I knew it was much more grim than that.

“N-No…” I heard those words tumble off of my tongue and be voiced out loud with no green light from my mind as my eyes stared upon the man laying in front of me. “P-Poison… why…” Again, those words were not of my accord. Just inner monologue being voiced out in the most painful voice I've ever heard.

“What did he say miss? What did he say?” A little kid asked, tugging on Mrs. Williams’ pant leg.

“No, Poison, why.” Mrs. Williams whispered, staring straight at me as I sniffed, holding back agonizing tears as I removed one if my arms to reach out towards Poison, trying desperately to grab ahold of his hand, which was almost hanging off of the edge of the gurney. I felt so many fucking emotions at once it was almost overwhelming, and yet… I felt oddly numb. Maybe it was the shock. I want thinking too much of it at that moment. All I was thinking about was wrapping Poison’s fingers around my own, making sure I was touching at least some part of him.

But it was too far away.

A tear escaped my eyes as I felt myself be pushed down back onto the bed, shaking violently as I felt a needle being shoved into my other arm. My hand that was reaching towards Party Poison spazzed a little bit as I tried to grab out for his own, but failed in my attempts. I let out a choked sob as I felt the sedatives working their way throughout my body, and I desperately fought back against the drugs as I clawed and clamored for his touch. Even if he was most likely in a comatose state, I still needed to feel it.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a smaller, younger looking hand flitting in front of my vision, grabbing at Poison’s hand and bringing it over to mine. I looked at them to see a little girl, no older than five or six, beaming up at me as I finally made contact with Poison. A smile overcame my face as I squeezed my friend’s hand, looking down towards the girl, staying conscious long enough to whisper, “Thank you.”

The girl just smiled at me, her eyes as bright as the sun as she gleefully ran back to her teacher, with a hop in her step that boasted she didn't give a single fuck if she got in trouble. I admired that little girl.

I gave one last squeeze to Poison’s soft hand as I felt the sedatives take over, and I swear, just before I went under, I could feel him squeeze back.

Notes

agh i know it's weird but let's just say that the bli (obviously) not ready for ghoul to wake up, and that gave him a couple minutes to do whatever (yes that was a couple minutes not like 10 wow i know weird) but i couldn't weave that in bc one, i couldnt figure out how and two im a shit author so





there you go