I Will Never Marry

For the fifteenth time this month, Gerard was wheeled into another seemingly stale and empty room. The light the flooded inside the room was cold considering it was an overcast day in January in the sate of New Jersy.

The walls were bone white and sickening to see. The smell of Clorox filled the air. Fake plants lined the windowsill. There were two slightly comfy looking black leather chairs against the back wall of the room. A single bookshelf stood in the corner of the room with a radio on top of it. Irritated, the raven-haired young man shifted in this seat. After surviving cancer in his blood, it returned into his bones. Donna, Gerard's mother stuck to the pale skinned boy confined to a wheelchair (due to hospital rules), she slowly moved around the room but still kept close to her son. She had tired eyes, compared to when this whole ordeal started. Four years ago, she used to walk with a spring in her step and a kind smile on her face.

Her kind smile turned melancholy, the spring in her step gradually faded with time. Her fingertips lingered on the books awaiting to be read in the bookshelf that looked as if it was bought at a garage sale.
"Baby boy." In response, the pale man only grunted. She sighed running her fingers through the hair that hung slightly in front of her face. "Maybe they could put a piano in here. wouldn't that be nice?"

The raven-haired man sighed to this. "Perhaps, don't see the point. I'll probably be yelled at if I play." With that, he started to pick at his nails. The small blond haired woman's shoulders dropped. "Lighten up will you? I know this isn't ideal. But we all want you to get better." Her voice was quite. Although the pale man would have wanted to hear the anger and the tremble of his small mothers booming voice when she was enraged. He knew she wouldn't dare yell at him were the doctors could hear her. Irritation only settled in his chest because of this. "Whatever." He muttered under his breath.

A silence fell between the two. Within moments the door swung open. A middle aged man made two large strides into the room. One were only to presume that he was a doctor. Without introduction, he just begins talking.
"Gerard.A. Way, 22 with a newly diagnosed case of Edwing's sarcoma, formerly a patient with leukemia. I suspect you know how this all works, the chemo is via liquid radiation drips later on we will try to lower this to only pills and if the sarcoma proceeds after chemo treatment we might have to operate, but since it's very early on we will be able to easily treat you." The doctor doesn't even glance at the raven haired man during the whole duration of talking. Not even paying attention to his patient the doctor proceeded to talk to, Donna.

"Fucking prik." The pale man mumbled as he decided to roll around the room finally. taking a look at the bland tomb he'd make himself familiar for the next few months.
'What a dreadful place. I can't believe the insurance agency sent me here.' Gerard deep in thought picking at the fake flowers.
"GERARD!" His mother's voice boomed through his ear drums causing the raven-haired man to spin around in his seat. Donna sighs to this and her son just gives her a look that would give death chills down his spine. Yet the gaze that the raven-haired man had given caused the doctor that still had no name to pale man to stumble backward.
"Gerard, did you even hear what he said?" his mother's voice spoke irritatedly.
"No was I supposed to?" He rolled his eye.
"Gerard, Arthur, Way. I swear to god if I could I'd throw you out of that window right now if I had the strength." Her voice was calm once more. She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Your first treatment is today, you have to go every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. If you stop being so fucking bratty you get your own nurse."
"Why the hell would I need my own fucking nurse?"
"Fine, Gerard, fine. Go ahead start your own fights. I'll pick you up later. It's not like I can help you if you don't want to help yourself." without skipping a beat she turns to the doctor. "shall we continue talking about the payments and such this in your office? Leave my son here so the session can start." With a fake smile, she leaves the room and the raven haired man alone once more.

The anger boils in his chest. He's fully aware he should never have said those things.
'Of course, I want to get better... FUCK I'M SUCH A BRAT' "ARGG!" Within seconds the pale man had thrown a small table that sat beneath the windowsill. Causing the vase with fake flowers that sat on top of the table to crash to the ground as the table itself flew across the room. Tears blurred the thin man's visions his shoulds shook with his light sobs. 'Pull yourself together.' he told himself. Rubbing his eyes and nose on the sleeve on his sweater.

Once his vision cleared he looked up only to see a young man no older than himself with tattoos strung across his forearms, not that most of it could have been seen because of the long sleeved shirt under his scrubs. He's slightly taken aback but still unphased. His lips stay in a straight line. Dark brown hair falls in front of his eyes, swiftly he moves it aside. A cup of coffee in one hand he looks at his wrist where a brown leather strapped watch sat snuggly. He sighs. The raven haired man's breathing was still uneven. Taking a few strides to the flung away table, the nurse sets it up right and kicks it slightly towards the wall.
'Never have a seen a nurse act so cool without trying to comfort me shortly after.' he thought to himself. Without hesitation, the brunet hands the to go cup of coffee to the pale man still in his wheelchair. Then he proceeds to take a seat in one of the black leather chairs leaning backward. Gerard in this moment looks at the coffee unsurely scrunching his nose then turns his body and wheelchair to face the brunette. The two still don't exchange words.

" I won't tell them if you don't." His deep voice echoed through the room, Gerard feels the vibrations in his chest. Still, no eye contact is made. The pale man stays silent standing up from the wheelchair he was once confined in.
"Fuck." he breathes, dull aches rush throughout the raven haired man's body, his body twitches in response to the pain. He quickly turns to the window avoiding the gaze of the unknown man seated no more than a few feet away. The nurse's ears perk up and he flares his eyebrows awaiting further comment. No words came. Gerard turns his head towards the brunet. Their eyes finally meet.

"Honey hazel." He breathes out along with a sharp intake as he stumbles due to the pain in his hips.
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Honey hazel, warm, bright, quiet, tired.
pursed lips, light pink, slight stubble.
He flinches as I lose my balance.
"Sit your ass down. If you fall, I get in trouble." His voice vibrates my ribs. He squints at me. Not particularly menacing.
Nod, jelly-legged.
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The raven haired man took a seat in the other black chair. The brunet continued to stare out of the window laid back in his identical chair. The pale man's eyes are glued to the nurse's face.
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I want to see his eyes.
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A comfortable silence fell.

"If you couldn't tell, I'm your nurse. Frank, Frank Iero. Are you Gerard? that's what the chart said at least. Drink." He looks over at the coffee cup Gerard still had clutched between his fingers. The raven haired man quickly casts his gaze away from the man in front of him."The coffee here is shit. Just drink it, this stuff is from a café across the street. It's not poisoned, I swear." He chuckles. Frank keeps his guys glued to the coffee cup. "I'm the only one who's allowed to give you poison." He smiles.
"That doesn't sound ominous at all" Gerard sneers into his coffee.
"So you do speak?" The brunet smirkt.

Notes

This took way too long