Mikey gets back from the hospital, only to be greeted with something that could put him back in there. READ AND FIND OUT!
“I’m fine, you?” Mikey whispered to Ray. He was lying of course, after the years of growing up with my brother; I could read him like a book.
We were going to talk.
We climbed into the back of the pretty car and listened to Ray getting all excited about the car.
“It practically sticks to the road!”
“I hardly need to touch the wheel!”
“Feel the power under the hood, Gee?” he looked at me, his eyes wide
“Yeah, very nice.” I spoke, not to Ray, but to the window, my forehead resting against the darkened glass.
“Oh, real enthusiastic Gerard.” I saw him roll his eyes.
He just didn’t get it did he?
We pulled up at the bus park just past four.
Mikey looked at me, like he knew what was coming and belted past me, as fast as his stitches would let him, slamming the bus door behind him.
I took several deep breaths, before I opened my mouth and yelled
“MIKEY! Get out here. NOW.”
The bus door opened and Mikey shuffled out, hands in pockets, looking at his feet.
“We’re gonna talk little bro”
“Look, Gerard, don’t make me talk, I promise I won’t do it again.”
I stared into his eyes, believing him. It was easy with Mikey to tell when he was lying.
“’Kay Mikes, I trust you. But is there anything you wanna say to me?”
“Yeah actually, there is.”
“Kay, well go on-“
Mikey’s fist collided with my cheekbone, and I heard a crunch, then Mikey’s high pitched, girlish, scream.
He had never hit me. Not even joking around, this was serious.
Plus his hand was broken.
“What was that for?”
“Kissing Lilly.” He grimaced and made to walk away, clutching his hand to his chest.
I grabbed his shoulder,
“That was out of order” My voice came as a growl, I was mad.
I knew I kind of deserved it, but I wasn’t one to take a punch and not return the favour.
Then I swung at him, like he swung for me, except I actually knew how to hit people, without injuring myself.
My fist buried itself into Mikey’s chest.
He gasped all the wind knocked out of him, and fell down, his eyes closing.
I just thought I’d knocked him out.
Then I saw the blood.
I bent down and pulled up Mikey’s shirt, seeing the sticky red coming through the bandages.
I’d undone some of his stitches.
I was freaking out, my hands shaking, the metallic smell burning my nostrils, I pushed the shirt over the bandages, and not wanting to leave Mikey, I chucked a rock at the Bus, making someone come out.
“Hey why did you just chu- JESUS CHRIST!” Frank screamed back into the bus, and then ran full pelt over to Mikey.
I saw the blood.
I smelt it, touched it,
I even heard it, squelching as it drenched the white top in Gee’s hand.
How much blood did this kid have in him?
I flipped out my phone, dialling 911.
I shouted details into the phone, whilst attempting to calm down a hysterical Gerard, only just keeping cool myself.
Ray was stemming the flow of blood. At least one of us knew first aid.
I found it highly ironic, it was like when we shot The Ghost of you Ray way trying to help Mikey when he got ‘shot’... it was exactly the same. Only Mikey had died in the video...
“Please don’t die mikes” I mumbled
“What?” Gerard looked at me, eyes wide.
“Nothing” I replied, looking back down at the now violently shaking figure, that was my best friend.
The ambulance arrived, and Gerard and I clambered into it, watching them push Mikey in on a stretcher.
I was looking upon the youngest way as he slowly started to come round.
Then the screaming began.
He must have been in agony.
He screamed, and started thrashing around spastically, doing even more damage to his wounds, he was restrained, but the screaming never ceased, not even when we arrived.
I looked to my right, and saw the effect Mikey was having on Gerard.
He was whiter than a dead man, his eyes red raw from crying, he never stopped shaking.
So, for the second time in one week, we were back in the same hospital waiting room, because Mikey was hurt.
I rounded on Gerard.
“I-I-I punched him. I forgot about his stitches...” Gerard had started to cry again, but not hysterically like back at the bus park, it was like he didn’t even know he was crying. The tears slowly oozed from his eyes, and made their way down his cheeks.
“So... It was your fault...” I was shocked, in all the years I had known the Way brothers, I had never known them lay a finger on each other, not even in jest.
“Please don’t say it like that Frankie.” Gerard almost pleaded.
I didn’t respond. I just stared at the hideous painting on the wall opposite me.
“Mikey Way?” said a pretty Asian nurse, as she entered the waiting room.
“Yes?” Gerard shot up off of his feet.
“We can confirm he will be alright, though he will have to stay in for a few days. There will be no visitors today, as he needs to rest.” She smiled and left us standing there.
In my torso, consuming me whole.
God, let this end.
Hands peeled back the bandages on my wounds.
My eyes flick open
Consciousness hit me like a brick.
Then, I found an outlet for my pain.
So that’s what I did. I screamed, thrashing wildly.
I didn’t get far with the thrashing about; I was restrained by a big male nurse, whose strong hands pinned me down, stopping my movement.
Then, the rumbling of the vehicle stopped, and I heard a door being opened, right near my head, and I was being pulled out of what I figured, was an ambulance. Looking up, I saw Gerard and Frank running alongside the trolley, their faces contorted with worry. They got halfway up the corridor with me, when I saw another male nurse block their way and say something, and they argued for a bit, but then walked off sadly.
Then suddenly, the trolley I was on turned a corner and I found myself in a room pretty much the same as the one I was in on my last ‘visit’ here.
I shut my eyes, bracing myself, when I felt someone pull the skin tight on my arm.
“No needles... Pleas... Nuh ne-“ My voice slurred and I shut my eyes, grateful I wouldn’t feel anything-
Then I realised I could feel ice cold metal things, I figured were tweezers, pulling out the little bits of dirt and grit buried in my cuts.
I tried to tell them to stop, but my lips refused to move. Even my eyes couldn’t open.
It was agony, not just physically, but mentally. Waiting as the minutes went by, the pain worsening as time moved sluggishly.
Finally I heard the tweezers ‘plink’ as they were placed back on the metal table.
If I could have, I’d have heaved a sigh of relief.
Then they stitched me up.
I felt the needle prick my skin, and was certain, anaesthetic, or no anaesthetic, I was going to scream.
Sadly though, I was frozen as I felt my skin slowly being pulled back together.
I had never known pain like this in my life.
I’m pretty Gee chucking me down the stairs when I was six had nothing on this.
Thinking of my brother, the pain melted away, only to be replaced by a burning anger.
My brother was the reason I was here, in so much pain.
I hated him for it, and I know hate’s a strong word and all that, but Jesus, I really felt it this time.
I focused on my revenged for the rest of the doctors stitching, and as I was being wheeled out of the room, I was running my new, fully formed plan through my head.
If I could, I’m sure I would have had an evil grin on my face right now.