When you go

Chapter 10
I drift in and out of consciousness, unaware where i am. My head feels like it’s full of fog. I hear brief talking sometimes, but i never know what the voices are saying. It’s uncomfortable, but i can’t seem to move.

Eventually i give in, letting myself drift off completely. I dream of horrid things, things i can only hope never happen. Frank and Mikey are in a lot of them, each time screaming in agony. It makes me want to scream to.

“Gerard? Can you open your eyes for me sweetie?” I hear a soft, faint voice call out to me. It sounds so far away it kind of scares me.
“Gerard? Are you awake?” The same voice calls out closer this time. Where am I?

I start to open my eyes, finding it’s harder than i anticipated. My eyelids feel like they weigh as much as a brick.
“That’s it Gerard. Take your time honey.” The sweet voice calls out once again. I manage to open my eyes a little, seeing a bright light and a sweet face. I murmur a little, things inaudible, even to my own ears.

“Take your time. I’ve got water and food for you sweetie.” The voice told me quietly, sounding oddly comforting. I manage to open my eyes all the way within the next four minutes, my muscles tense as i do so.
I’m in a white room, lit with ridiculously bright lights, and a tv in the corner. I’m hooked up to an IV and my arm is in a cast along with my neck.
“How long have i been here?” I rasp out, my voice sounding completely fucked up. I have a sight coughing fit but she hands me water to sooth my throat.

“Well you arrive last night and now it’s about 9 in the morning.” She says smiling sweetly. Suddenly, a horrid thought hits me; Where are the guys?
My heart rate picks up on the mutation causing me to flinch at the sound.
“Calm down Gerard, it's all alright.”

“Where’s my brother? Where’s Frank?” I say, sitting up quickly. I almost make it our of bed, if not for the sharp pain in my neck.
“Take it easy! Their fine! Mikey has a couple of broken ribs, and a broken leg. Frank has a Cracked skull and a broken shoulder. Bob has a broken back; which he will recover from. Ray is amazingly unscratched, but Bert had to undergo surgery a few hours ago. A rib puckered one of his lungs.” She says slightly sadly. I calm down slightly, but anxiety starts to eat away at me. What if Bert isn’t going to be okay?

“Are they awake? When can I see them?” I ask eagerly. She looks over a me, a slightly sympathetic gaze on her face. While she’s thinking i start to take in her appearance. She has bleach blonde hair, dark eyes, and a name tag that says Lindsay. She’s quite pretty, but not as pretty looking as Frank.

“Well...I’m not really sure.” She says uneasily. Suddenly a horrible thought dawns me; We had work today.
“Fuck!” I shout out, making her look confused. I look over at her, my heart rate picking up.
“I can’t- I need to see them! I need to leave!” I talk loud;y, my voice almost a shout. I Start to try to move, but the pain easily wins, making e thrash back against the bed.
“Please Gerard- I need you to keep calm!” She shouts over me. I don;t listen though, i continue to struggle and yell, my panic taking over.

She moves so quickly, i don't see it, but i feel it. She holds a tiny syringe to my skin, the substance pushing into my skin.
I thrash a little more, annoyed by what she just did, but then i feel a calm wash over me. I find my rationality, but it’s gone too soon. I lay limply against the pillow, whimpering slightly.
Then a question dawns me
How did she know those things about the guys?

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“Are you sure he’s not in a fuckin coma?” I hear a playful voice ask.
“Shut up Mikey! Things could have been so much worse, and you know that!” Another responds. I began to wake, allowing myself to open my eyes.

“Hey! He’s awake!” Bob shouts. I wince at his loudness and his face. Mostly his face though, because it’s bruised and cut up all over. I sit up, my head spinning.
“Hey Gee. How are you feeling?” Mikey asks softly. I meet his eyes, looking into the hazel pools of concern.

“I feel like i just got hit by a truck.” I say smirking a little bit. Frank snorts at my little pun, but the room is otherwise solemn.
“How’s Bert?” I ask quietly. I was terrified of the answer i’d received. Mikeys face noticeably fell when i mentioned Bert's name, but he tried to cover it up by pretending to cough.

“He’s….He’s in critical condition.” Mikey whispered, a small frown on his face, His words are like a weight being brought on my chest. If he dies it’s my fault.
“Oh.” I whisper, letting my head fall back onto the pillow. The room fills with silence, one that kind of bothers me.

“What's today?” I ask somely. My eyes wonder around the room, finding interest in the cracks on the ceiling for some reason.
“Sunday. The sedative they gave you was severely strong.” Mikey said smiling a bit, as it was funny i needed to be sedated.
“I need to go to work.” I groaned, annoyed that i was in this fucking hospital bed still, and not making the fucking money i needed to.

“No. you don’t.” Mikey snapped. He hated my job.
“What do you do?” Bon asked suddenly. I sigh out, realising he’s the only one in the room who doesn't know. My job wasn’t the greatest. It’s Illegal in fact.

“I sell drugs. Weed mostly. None of the heavy shit like heroin though.” I tell him, looking him directly in the eye as i do so. He doesn't even look like he cares really. I was thankful for that honestly, i didn't want him to think i was a bad person. He nodded at him, seemingly satisfied with my answer.
“What about Mikey?” Bob asks boredly.
“He works in a comic book store. It may not pay as well, but i wouldn't let him sell drugs.” I say shrugging. Bob looks understandingly at me, a little heart warmed at the answer, i think.

“Um, excuses me?” A small voice said from the doorway. I snapp my head up, expecting a nurse. It wasn’t a nurse though. It was the boy who’d saved my life.

Notes

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-May <3