Gerard's P.O.V
I woke up disoriented, confused, and in alot of pain.
Where the hell am i? I was lying in a bed with white sheets on it. The walls were white, and so was the floor. I looked down and saw that i was in a hospital gown. I'm in the hospital. Duh. My stomach really hurt and so did my wrists. I looked down at my arms. Bandages cover my arms all the way to my elbow. The night before flashed in my head. Oh god Mikey. I tried to find a phone but there wasn't one in my room. I hope he wasn't the one who found me. God, why didn't i just fucking die. Someone opened my room door. "Hello Mr. Way. You gave us quite a scare." It was a doctor. He gave me a cheesy smile.
"Where's my brother?" I just wanted to see Mikey.
"Visiting hours are not for another hour or so."
"Well can i call him?"
I just need to use a fucking phone.
"Not now, I'll have a nurse call your house and as.. "No!" I cut him off. " I'll give you his cell just don't call the house." I just didn't want my dad to answer. "Ok, well what's his cellphone number?" I wrote it down on a piece of paper and gave it to him. "Well I'll have someone call him. You have to rest up Gerard."
"Thanks." I realized i was really tired and decided to to take a nap.
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Franks P.O.V
Again, i was in the hospital for the third time this year. I
almost knew half the staff already. But there's no kids my age around so im always fucking bored! I turned on my tv and watched some cartoons, cause that's just how i roll. "Frank. Here's your breakfast and medication." Blah, breakfast. "Thanks Feyth." The smell made me wanna vomit.
"And I'll know if you don't eat any."
She was making this difficult.
"Now take your meds, they help." The fuck they do. "Ok. Thanks Feyth." She walked out of the room. I looked down at the little cup of pills. Five different pills stared up at me. The little white pill was my Megestrol and the rest were vitamin supplements. I stared down at my veggie omelette. I took one small bight. 'No' the taste was awful. The smell of the omelette hung in the room. I need fresh air. I pressed my little service button that called my nurse, Feyth, she came in quick. "Yes Frank?" I need fresh air and a smoke." Feyth was the coolest nurse ever. She would take me outside sometimes. And she always lets me bum a smoke she's been my nurse sense the first time i was 'instituted' here. "Did you eat any of your omelette?" Shit, busted. "I had one bight." She gave me an unsatisfied look. "Frank if i take you out know, you have to promise to eat most of your dinner. Ok?"
"I promise." She cleared my plate and we walked to the exit. "What kinda smokes you got today?" She liked to mix it up. "Marlboro red's today. Want one?" She must have known the answer because she had already lit me one, and was holding it out to me.
"Yes please!" I took it from in between her fingers and took one long good drag off of it.
"So i was talking with
Dr. Dave and he wanted me to tell you that your moving rooms." What? I've been in room 205 for forever. "Where am I moving to?"
"I'm pretty sure its room 245. Your gonna have a roommate." Yes! Score one for Frank! "Are they my age? Or are they older?" I asked in an excited voice. "Dr. Dave said that he was just a year or two older than you." Fuck yes! "You have no idea how mind numbingly boring being alone at the hospital is."
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