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Chapter 14
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There was a knock on the door, and Gerard gulped down a huge breath before walking towards it. He held the oxygen in his chest as he opened the door and released it as the men waited to be let inside. Gerard was shaking, his whole body trembling with fear, these men, strangers no less, were so close to him already and he wasn't ready for that. He wasn't ready to be okay.
"Where's the injured person?" The first man asked, blinking at Gerard's appearance. Gerard tried to look at him, to asses how safe this situation was, but he couldn't make eye contact. It was too scary and too daunting. So Gerard stepped back from the door quickly and pointed to Frank. The men rushed in and Gerard stood by the door, breathing deeply and sucking in as much air as he could. He needed air and he needed calm. He had to make sure Frank was okay.
Some time later the two men were carrying Frank out on a bed, just like Gerard had seen on the movies. In the movies that Gerard had seen, the person who was carried away always died. Does that mean that Frank's dying? Or dead? Gerard wanted to hit himself, scratch at the tight feeling in his chest and just punch anything he could at how angry he felt. He was not only angry at his own father for doing this, but he was angry at himself for not stopping it and getting help fast enough. If Frank died, it would be all Gerard's fault.
"Are you going to come with us?" The other man asked, and Gerard jumped, not expecting him to talk. Gerard nodded and shut the door, making sure to lock it quickly and then followed them to the ambulance. He didn't want to be here. He needed to be here, though. He sat in the back, feeling like a thousand eyes were watching him, when in reality it was only 4.
Gerard was sat as there was a bang as the door’s shut and suddenly it was only one pair of eyes on him. The only eyes Gerard wanted on him were Frank’s but Frank’s face was covered in blood and his eyes were shut. Gerard gripped his hand as the ambulance turned corners and slammed him around. He tried to sit as still as possible and breathe. Frank was here with him, it was all okay. Gerard shut his eyes, the pain in his chest growing as his fear grew. The darkness was all he could see and it was blocking out the man that was watching him intently, but Gerard still knew he was there. He wanted to scream and ask what he was looking at but he couldn't. His mouth wouldn't open for anything but oxygen.
The ambulance came to a halt and Gerard opened his eyes, feeling less than impressed with being thrown around, but now complaining. “Let’s go,” The man instructed Gerard, and Gerard snapped his head up to see that Frank was already gone and the man was waiting for him to leave. Gerard got out slowly, feeling like he was in a surreal world. He’d never been anywhere like this before, from what he can remember. He’d obviously been as a child, but maybe those experiences were too traumatic to be remembered.
Gerard followed the man closely, his bright green jacket being easy for Gerard to follow in walls full of white and people. He focused on the green. The green colour of safety. Not the people looking at him, no, Gerard didn't even notice them. They were nothing to him. They meant nothing and their opinions didn't matter. Soon they reached a desk where a woman was sat. She looked physically tired as Gerard quickly glanced at her, her black hair being held up so tightly there wasn't a crease in her face.
“I'm sorry sweetie, are you a patient?” She asked, faking sincerity. She sounded like she couldn't care who Gerard was.
Gerard shook his head, looking at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the whole world.
“Oh,” The woman flushed red, realising her mistake and feeling guilty immediately, “ I'm sorry.”
Gerard just shook his head again, his arms sneaking around his waist as he tried to speak. He forced the words out of his throat. “Wh-Where, is F-Frank?”
"Iero?" She asked and when she got a small nod she continued. "Mr. Iero is in intensive care right now," The woman spoke, her words careful and kind, "If you'd like to sit down, I'll call you over when we have more information."
Gerard sat waiting for some kind of information for a while, wrapping his arms tightly around himself and keeping the top half of his body over his thighs. He was protecting himself from all the people around him. People rushing past to visit family, friends, loved ones and doctors doing their jobs. He'd never been near any amount of people like this and he was pleased in himself that he had coped this well, but then he thought about why he was here and how much he hoped Frank was okay.
"Are you here for a," A voice came and Gerard glanced up, to see a doctor looking at the clipboard in her file, "Frank Iero?"
Gerard nodded, apprehensive and now fully aware that this news could ruin everything.
"Frank's lost a lot of blood from his head," She spoke after pulling a chair up beside Gerard. Gerard moved in his own chair so that he was further away from here than he was before. "We've put him into a medically induced coma, to help protect his brain. There could be some memory loss, but we can't know until he's healed and out of the coma. Do you have any questions?"
Gerard knew he had to say something now, he couldn't be silent. He needed to see Frank, he needed to know he was okay.
"C-Can, I see him?" Gerard's high pitched voice seemed to scare her a little, maybe like she didn't expect it, and so she nodded and pointed to a door across the hall. Gerard walked there, knowing that people were watching him, but now he was too focused on seeing Frank and making sure Frank was okay.
When Gerard entered the room there was a nurse there, but he was a male nurse. His hair was black and short and he was messing around with a machine that was beeping. When the nurse turned around he smiled a little, and it was strange to Gerard.
"I'll leave you to talk to him," He said kindly, walking towards the door, "He'll hear everything you say. he's been responding well."
He left when Gerard didn't reply and so Gerard walked over to the bed, pulled up the big brown chair and sat in it. Holding Frank's hand was something Gerard had only started to do today, but he liked it. He liked how their hands fit together. But he had something to say and he needed to say it. He had to protect Frank, and this was the only way to do it.
"Frankie," Gerard whispered, "We can't be friends any more. I'm not good for you."
Gerard closed his eyes before closing his eye lids and trying to push the tears back in to his eyes. "Look what I've done to you. You don't deserve this."
Gerard sighed, "I don't deserve you."
A/N: Boo hoo ))): It's sad! I feel like I just broke my own heart hahahaha. I hate when I have to write the sadish parts. ): Opinions welcome, as always!
"Where's the injured person?" The first man asked, blinking at Gerard's appearance. Gerard tried to look at him, to asses how safe this situation was, but he couldn't make eye contact. It was too scary and too daunting. So Gerard stepped back from the door quickly and pointed to Frank. The men rushed in and Gerard stood by the door, breathing deeply and sucking in as much air as he could. He needed air and he needed calm. He had to make sure Frank was okay.
Some time later the two men were carrying Frank out on a bed, just like Gerard had seen on the movies. In the movies that Gerard had seen, the person who was carried away always died. Does that mean that Frank's dying? Or dead? Gerard wanted to hit himself, scratch at the tight feeling in his chest and just punch anything he could at how angry he felt. He was not only angry at his own father for doing this, but he was angry at himself for not stopping it and getting help fast enough. If Frank died, it would be all Gerard's fault.
"Are you going to come with us?" The other man asked, and Gerard jumped, not expecting him to talk. Gerard nodded and shut the door, making sure to lock it quickly and then followed them to the ambulance. He didn't want to be here. He needed to be here, though. He sat in the back, feeling like a thousand eyes were watching him, when in reality it was only 4.
Gerard was sat as there was a bang as the door’s shut and suddenly it was only one pair of eyes on him. The only eyes Gerard wanted on him were Frank’s but Frank’s face was covered in blood and his eyes were shut. Gerard gripped his hand as the ambulance turned corners and slammed him around. He tried to sit as still as possible and breathe. Frank was here with him, it was all okay. Gerard shut his eyes, the pain in his chest growing as his fear grew. The darkness was all he could see and it was blocking out the man that was watching him intently, but Gerard still knew he was there. He wanted to scream and ask what he was looking at but he couldn't. His mouth wouldn't open for anything but oxygen.
The ambulance came to a halt and Gerard opened his eyes, feeling less than impressed with being thrown around, but now complaining. “Let’s go,” The man instructed Gerard, and Gerard snapped his head up to see that Frank was already gone and the man was waiting for him to leave. Gerard got out slowly, feeling like he was in a surreal world. He’d never been anywhere like this before, from what he can remember. He’d obviously been as a child, but maybe those experiences were too traumatic to be remembered.
Gerard followed the man closely, his bright green jacket being easy for Gerard to follow in walls full of white and people. He focused on the green. The green colour of safety. Not the people looking at him, no, Gerard didn't even notice them. They were nothing to him. They meant nothing and their opinions didn't matter. Soon they reached a desk where a woman was sat. She looked physically tired as Gerard quickly glanced at her, her black hair being held up so tightly there wasn't a crease in her face.
“I'm sorry sweetie, are you a patient?” She asked, faking sincerity. She sounded like she couldn't care who Gerard was.
Gerard shook his head, looking at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the whole world.
“Oh,” The woman flushed red, realising her mistake and feeling guilty immediately, “ I'm sorry.”
Gerard just shook his head again, his arms sneaking around his waist as he tried to speak. He forced the words out of his throat. “Wh-Where, is F-Frank?”
"Iero?" She asked and when she got a small nod she continued. "Mr. Iero is in intensive care right now," The woman spoke, her words careful and kind, "If you'd like to sit down, I'll call you over when we have more information."
Gerard sat waiting for some kind of information for a while, wrapping his arms tightly around himself and keeping the top half of his body over his thighs. He was protecting himself from all the people around him. People rushing past to visit family, friends, loved ones and doctors doing their jobs. He'd never been near any amount of people like this and he was pleased in himself that he had coped this well, but then he thought about why he was here and how much he hoped Frank was okay.
"Are you here for a," A voice came and Gerard glanced up, to see a doctor looking at the clipboard in her file, "Frank Iero?"
Gerard nodded, apprehensive and now fully aware that this news could ruin everything.
"Frank's lost a lot of blood from his head," She spoke after pulling a chair up beside Gerard. Gerard moved in his own chair so that he was further away from here than he was before. "We've put him into a medically induced coma, to help protect his brain. There could be some memory loss, but we can't know until he's healed and out of the coma. Do you have any questions?"
Gerard knew he had to say something now, he couldn't be silent. He needed to see Frank, he needed to know he was okay.
"C-Can, I see him?" Gerard's high pitched voice seemed to scare her a little, maybe like she didn't expect it, and so she nodded and pointed to a door across the hall. Gerard walked there, knowing that people were watching him, but now he was too focused on seeing Frank and making sure Frank was okay.
When Gerard entered the room there was a nurse there, but he was a male nurse. His hair was black and short and he was messing around with a machine that was beeping. When the nurse turned around he smiled a little, and it was strange to Gerard.
"I'll leave you to talk to him," He said kindly, walking towards the door, "He'll hear everything you say. he's been responding well."
He left when Gerard didn't reply and so Gerard walked over to the bed, pulled up the big brown chair and sat in it. Holding Frank's hand was something Gerard had only started to do today, but he liked it. He liked how their hands fit together. But he had something to say and he needed to say it. He had to protect Frank, and this was the only way to do it.
"Frankie," Gerard whispered, "We can't be friends any more. I'm not good for you."
Gerard closed his eyes before closing his eye lids and trying to push the tears back in to his eyes. "Look what I've done to you. You don't deserve this."
Gerard sighed, "I don't deserve you."
A/N: Boo hoo ))): It's sad! I feel like I just broke my own heart hahahaha. I hate when I have to write the sadish parts. ): Opinions welcome, as always!
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