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An annoying beeping could be heard somewhere in this room… and sobbing…and frantic muttering in worried voices. Another shot ran through me and I recognised where from- my hand- which means my IV has been dosed with some adrenaline to try and wake me up. I gasped in pain as a jolt ran through my body and I arched off the bed, slamming back down again. The room went deadly silent and I was sure all eyes were on me to see if I was having some sort of seizure…no, I’ve just realised that I do actually have arms and legs still, thank God.
“Frankie?” I choked, forcing my eyes open and trying desperately to focus on his face but all I could see was blurry white. Heaven? No, I’m alive, aren’t I?
“Gee, oh Gee.” He cried and I felt a hand in my own, strong with calloused fingers yet small with smooth surfaced and stubby fingernails- Frank’s hand. I squeezed it with as much force as I could muster- admittedly, not much. Blinking rapidly, my focus was regained and I looked up at Frank’s tearstained face with a smile of relief dancing on his lips as his grass green eyes locked onto mine and I smiled back weakly.
“Where’s Mikey?” I asked and Frank smiled, nodding to my other side and I turned my head, wincing as this somehow gave my stomach pain and smiled at my baby brother who was sitting on my right, holding my other hand between his long and bony fingers.
“Um, I am alive, aren’t I?” I asked, Mikey nodded, smiling slightly as I breathed in relief- yay! I can breathe! Wow… I never thought I’d be so happy to say that, or ever have to say that at all in fact.
“Gee, I thought…I thought I’d lost you.” He gasped, stroking his fingers through my most likely sweat greased hair as new tears spilled over his eyelids and dripped off his cheek bones.
“You know I’d never leave you Mikes. I was scared too.” I said and he nodded, leaning over to hug me and I screamed out, intense pain pricking at my skin as the agony burst through my stomach where the wound was.
“NURSE!” I heard Ray’s voice scream and a few seconds later a woman ran into the private hospital room and jabbed a glistening silver needle into my skin causing me to whimper somewhat pathetically as the pain ebbed. ‘Painkillers, great, no in my luck I’ll get addicted again.’ I thought to myself, sighing and looking between Mikey and Frank, noticing Ray and Bob standing nervously at the edge of the room. Alicia and Chris standing next to their boyfriends- Alicia being with Mikey on the one side of the bed and Chris standing with Ray as Bob leaned on the wall directly in front of me. All present and correct by the looks of it then. Typical. Trust me to get darn shot. I never asked to be the centre of attention, why did they have to come? I’m not important or anything so why the hell do they have to bother?
“Um, you guys didn’t have to come here you know.” I said, feeling like I had wasted their day by getting myself shot.
“Gerard, you got shot damn twice and have been in surgery for four hours. You just woke up after they pumped you full of blood and stuff so all and all you’ve been out for seven hours.” Alicia said, sounding sincerely worried about me- she really was a nice person and cared for everyone she loved, even if she did come across as a bit bitchy she doesn’t mean it. Really she’s just protecting the ones she loves, I think that the only mental note I made the first time I met her was; ‘Keep in her good books, this girl throws down.’
“Twice?” I asked, I’d only felt one, hadn’t I?
“Yeah, the first one you just heard and your body was too shocked to register the pain because it was in shock, until the second bullet anyway. When I saw you laying there…I…I thought you were going to leave me.” Frank cried, clasping my hand between his two as he hung his head, crying somewhat hopelessly again as I supposed he had been for the past few hours, waiting and hoping for me to wake up.
“I’d never leave you baby, I love you too damn much.” I said, squeezing his hand and holding my breath as I shuffled over in the bed, coking my head to the right to signal for him to climb in too. I knew full well it wasn’t allowed, especially in intensive care which I presumed was where I was now, what with being in a private room, but I honestly couldn’t care less at all.
“Are you sure?” He asked, glancing at me nervously and I rolled my eyes, exhaling as the pain from moving dulled and he slid in next to me, cuddling into my side as I kissed his hair, resting my head atop his own as Bob pulled the cover over us. I smiled up at him and mumbled my thanks as he shrugged, sitting down carefully at the end of the bed and crossing his legs so he was sitting Indian style, leaning his head on his hands and his elbows on his knees.
“Hey, where’s Mum, Mikes?” I asked, looking around for my Mother who was absent. Surely they would have phoned her by now?
“She went to get Starbucks.” He stated simply and that was all I needed to know. Coffee is what we all run on, especially at times like this.
“Okay. How are you all anyway?” I asked, curious to my friend’s wellbeing even though I had been shot twice.
“Okay, we’ll be better when you get out of here though.” Chris shuddered as she ended her sentence, I felt sorry for her, she hated hospitals even more that I do. I’m surprised she hasn’t had a panic attack already.
“Yeah, she’s had three panic attacks already.” Ray said. Oh dear, spoke to soon then.
“Bummer. Sorry, do you know who did it? Shot me like?” I asked, curious to the details of my attacker.
“This is so ironic.” Mikey laughed, “He got run over by the ambulance. He died on impact.” He giggled, for someone who likes unicorns his sense of humour is ridiculously morbid.
“Really?” I said, biting my lip and trying not to laugh as I knew it would only hurt and the tensing and releasing of the muscles may even rip the stitches seeing as they’ve just been put in.
“Yeah. I know it’s bad, but when I watched the ambulance pull away with you and Mikes in the back when I was calling your Mom; I saw him get hit, the police drag him in the car and he died on the way to the station. I couldn’t stop laughing but I was crying at the same time. The irony was amazing, Gee, really, you’d have loved to see it.” Frank added, giggling from beside me as he remembered the image that was playing through my mind at the time after the description I had just received while my over active imagination filled in the blanks- wow, that’s a funny sight you’ve got there!
“That is pretty darn funny to be fair, it’s definitely lightened my mood anyway!” I laughed, mentally picturing the image in my head as the small form of Frank Iero shook lightly with his giggles beside me in the somewhat cramped hospital bed.
“We should all go on holiday when you’re better Gee.” Ray suggested and I nodded eagerly, desperate to have some fun after the unfair drama we’ve all been through the past week or so.
“How long do I have to stay here?” I asked nervously, not wanting to spend any more time in this overly clean hell hole than necessary.
“Just a week, you were lucky. Apparently you’re hip bones are slightly higher than usual and your ribs are lower, so the bullets ricocheted of the bones.” Mikey said, smiling slightly.
“Thank God. When do the stitches come out?” I asked and he picked up the clipboard from the bed.
“Um, three weeks and then you have to take the painkillers for a week after that two. Don’t worry, they’re herbal so you won’t get addicted again.” Mikey reassured and I breathed a sigh of relief as my mother walked through the door…yay, lectures…
Please R&R and tell me what you think, thanks for R&Ring the last one gives you skittles and a hug and here's the chapter :D
Jackie
xxx
“Frankie?” I choked, forcing my eyes open and trying desperately to focus on his face but all I could see was blurry white. Heaven? No, I’m alive, aren’t I?
“Gee, oh Gee.” He cried and I felt a hand in my own, strong with calloused fingers yet small with smooth surfaced and stubby fingernails- Frank’s hand. I squeezed it with as much force as I could muster- admittedly, not much. Blinking rapidly, my focus was regained and I looked up at Frank’s tearstained face with a smile of relief dancing on his lips as his grass green eyes locked onto mine and I smiled back weakly.
“Where’s Mikey?” I asked and Frank smiled, nodding to my other side and I turned my head, wincing as this somehow gave my stomach pain and smiled at my baby brother who was sitting on my right, holding my other hand between his long and bony fingers.
“Um, I am alive, aren’t I?” I asked, Mikey nodded, smiling slightly as I breathed in relief- yay! I can breathe! Wow… I never thought I’d be so happy to say that, or ever have to say that at all in fact.
“Gee, I thought…I thought I’d lost you.” He gasped, stroking his fingers through my most likely sweat greased hair as new tears spilled over his eyelids and dripped off his cheek bones.
“You know I’d never leave you Mikes. I was scared too.” I said and he nodded, leaning over to hug me and I screamed out, intense pain pricking at my skin as the agony burst through my stomach where the wound was.
“NURSE!” I heard Ray’s voice scream and a few seconds later a woman ran into the private hospital room and jabbed a glistening silver needle into my skin causing me to whimper somewhat pathetically as the pain ebbed. ‘Painkillers, great, no in my luck I’ll get addicted again.’ I thought to myself, sighing and looking between Mikey and Frank, noticing Ray and Bob standing nervously at the edge of the room. Alicia and Chris standing next to their boyfriends- Alicia being with Mikey on the one side of the bed and Chris standing with Ray as Bob leaned on the wall directly in front of me. All present and correct by the looks of it then. Typical. Trust me to get darn shot. I never asked to be the centre of attention, why did they have to come? I’m not important or anything so why the hell do they have to bother?
“Um, you guys didn’t have to come here you know.” I said, feeling like I had wasted their day by getting myself shot.
“Gerard, you got shot damn twice and have been in surgery for four hours. You just woke up after they pumped you full of blood and stuff so all and all you’ve been out for seven hours.” Alicia said, sounding sincerely worried about me- she really was a nice person and cared for everyone she loved, even if she did come across as a bit bitchy she doesn’t mean it. Really she’s just protecting the ones she loves, I think that the only mental note I made the first time I met her was; ‘Keep in her good books, this girl throws down.’
“Twice?” I asked, I’d only felt one, hadn’t I?
“Yeah, the first one you just heard and your body was too shocked to register the pain because it was in shock, until the second bullet anyway. When I saw you laying there…I…I thought you were going to leave me.” Frank cried, clasping my hand between his two as he hung his head, crying somewhat hopelessly again as I supposed he had been for the past few hours, waiting and hoping for me to wake up.
“I’d never leave you baby, I love you too damn much.” I said, squeezing his hand and holding my breath as I shuffled over in the bed, coking my head to the right to signal for him to climb in too. I knew full well it wasn’t allowed, especially in intensive care which I presumed was where I was now, what with being in a private room, but I honestly couldn’t care less at all.
“Are you sure?” He asked, glancing at me nervously and I rolled my eyes, exhaling as the pain from moving dulled and he slid in next to me, cuddling into my side as I kissed his hair, resting my head atop his own as Bob pulled the cover over us. I smiled up at him and mumbled my thanks as he shrugged, sitting down carefully at the end of the bed and crossing his legs so he was sitting Indian style, leaning his head on his hands and his elbows on his knees.
“Hey, where’s Mum, Mikes?” I asked, looking around for my Mother who was absent. Surely they would have phoned her by now?
“She went to get Starbucks.” He stated simply and that was all I needed to know. Coffee is what we all run on, especially at times like this.
“Okay. How are you all anyway?” I asked, curious to my friend’s wellbeing even though I had been shot twice.
“Okay, we’ll be better when you get out of here though.” Chris shuddered as she ended her sentence, I felt sorry for her, she hated hospitals even more that I do. I’m surprised she hasn’t had a panic attack already.
“Yeah, she’s had three panic attacks already.” Ray said. Oh dear, spoke to soon then.
“Bummer. Sorry, do you know who did it? Shot me like?” I asked, curious to the details of my attacker.
“This is so ironic.” Mikey laughed, “He got run over by the ambulance. He died on impact.” He giggled, for someone who likes unicorns his sense of humour is ridiculously morbid.
“Really?” I said, biting my lip and trying not to laugh as I knew it would only hurt and the tensing and releasing of the muscles may even rip the stitches seeing as they’ve just been put in.
“Yeah. I know it’s bad, but when I watched the ambulance pull away with you and Mikes in the back when I was calling your Mom; I saw him get hit, the police drag him in the car and he died on the way to the station. I couldn’t stop laughing but I was crying at the same time. The irony was amazing, Gee, really, you’d have loved to see it.” Frank added, giggling from beside me as he remembered the image that was playing through my mind at the time after the description I had just received while my over active imagination filled in the blanks- wow, that’s a funny sight you’ve got there!
“That is pretty darn funny to be fair, it’s definitely lightened my mood anyway!” I laughed, mentally picturing the image in my head as the small form of Frank Iero shook lightly with his giggles beside me in the somewhat cramped hospital bed.
“We should all go on holiday when you’re better Gee.” Ray suggested and I nodded eagerly, desperate to have some fun after the unfair drama we’ve all been through the past week or so.
“How long do I have to stay here?” I asked nervously, not wanting to spend any more time in this overly clean hell hole than necessary.
“Just a week, you were lucky. Apparently you’re hip bones are slightly higher than usual and your ribs are lower, so the bullets ricocheted of the bones.” Mikey said, smiling slightly.
“Thank God. When do the stitches come out?” I asked and he picked up the clipboard from the bed.
“Um, three weeks and then you have to take the painkillers for a week after that two. Don’t worry, they’re herbal so you won’t get addicted again.” Mikey reassured and I breathed a sigh of relief as my mother walked through the door…yay, lectures…
Please R&R and tell me what you think, thanks for R&Ring the last one gives you skittles and a hug and here's the chapter :D
Jackie
xxx
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