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Seven Minutes in Heaven

by xXKobraKidXx 0 reviews

It was bad enough that Mikey dumped Pete... the last thing he expected, though, was to get a call a week later from Gerard about his ex being in the hospital. Inspired by the song "7 Minutes in Hea...

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way - Published: 2013-12-27 - 5093 words - Complete

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“I’m sorry, Pete, I really am, but I don’t think we should keep this up.”

Mikey’s words struck Pete like lightning. It was just so sudden. Surely it had to be a joke. Mikey didn’t mean it, did he?

“Mikey… is this a joke?”

“Pete, don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

Pete could see the tears in Mikey’s eyes. He could see his (ex)boyfriend was trembling. He could see the way Mikey was struggling to stay strong.

It wasn’t a joke.

“Mikey-”

“I hope we can still be friends, Pete, I really do.”

It was really happening. Mikey was actually /breaking up with him./ But, regardless of the conflicting feelings inside him fighting for control, Pete nodded. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

Pete wiped away the tears than began to slide down Mikey’s cheek. He pulled the taller male into a tight hug. He wanted nothing more than to kiss him- but he couldn’t do that. Not anymore.


Pete wasn’t quite sure what he did to Mikey, but he did want to know. He wanted to make it right, even if that meant having to talk to Gerard.

Oh god, /Gerard/. The guy would probably kill him for hurting Mikey. But he had to do something about it.


As Pete expected, Gerard seemed less than pleased to see him.

“I know you most likely hate my guts right now,” Pete said, “But I really want to know what I did to Mikey. I mean, he tells you everything, right?”

Gerard’s facial expression softened slightly. It was very clear that Pete still cared for Mikey. Gerard never really liked Pete, but he did make Mikey happy (until recently) and he always protected Mikey when Gerard couldn’t be there.

“I don’t know,” Gerard admitted, “I really have no clue why he dumped you.”

“Can you find out?”

“I’ll find out if you promise me one thing.”

“Anything. I just want to make this right.”

“I want you to look after him, even if he doesn’t want to go out with you anymore.”

Pete nodded, “Of course.”

“Alright. I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

It had been a week before Gerard had called him. He expected to get the information on why Mikey broke up with him. Instead, he received much darker news.

“Mikey’s in the hospital.”


Pete nearly dropped the phone. That was what Gerard opened with. /Mikey’s in the hospital/.

“What happened?”

“Just get over here. I’ll explain then
.”

Pete threw down the phone and went for his keys.


It was very possible that Pete had just broken every traffic law as he drove from his house to the hospital. He was almost positive that he ran over a squirrel and nearly ran over an old woman, but that didn’t matter right now.

The love of his life was in the hospital… and he was sure he knew why.

Gerard was waiting for him at the entrance. He was clutching a cup of coffee in one hand, and the other was stuffed into one of his pockets. He looked horrible, but Pete expected the older Way to look like that.

“What happened?” Pete was frightened, which was evident in his facial expression. Gerard began to explain as Pete followed him into the hospital.

“You know how sometimes you get the feeling that something was off?” Gerard asked. Pete nodded. “Well, I had that feeling earlier this morning… just to prove myself wrong, I went to go check in on Mikey. I… I found him on the floor, and there were pills all over the floor, and… and… oh my god…”

“He’ll be okay, right? You called an ambulance in time, right?”

“I don’t know… the paramedics said that his chances were better than they could’ve been, but that really doesn’t tell me anything.”

“Do your parents know?”

Gerard sighed, “I’ve been trying to call them for the past hour. They’re out of state right now and they haven’t called back, if they’ve even received my messages.”

The two stopped in the waiting room outside of the intensive care unit. Other than a few doctors and nurses scurrying by and the occasional passerby, they were the only ones there. Gerard sat down and placed his head in his hands.

“God, I’m a terrible brother,” Gerard said, “I… I had no idea that Mikey was suicidal.”

“Neither did I,” Pete said, sitting in the chair next to Gerard.

“He has depression, like me,” Gerard said, “But we both take medication for it… I didn’t think it was that bad.”

Pete wasn’t used to seeing Gerard kick himself like that. It was very obvious that the twenty-year-old cared for his younger brother.

“Mister Way?”

There was a doctor standing in front of Gerard and Pete. The younger could see Gerard was preparing himself for the worst.

“Is… is he…”

“I’m sorry… we’ve done what we could, but at this point, it’s unlikely that he’ll survive the night.”

A sob escaped Gerard’s throat. He looked to Pete with a helpless expression.

“Does he even have a chance?” Pete asked.

“A very slim one, yes. It all depends on his will to live.”

“Can we see him?” Gerard asked, “Please?”

The doctor nodded, “Yes… I suppose so.” He led Gerard and Pete into the room Mikey was in.

The sight of Mikey in the hospital bed was too much for Pete. Mikey was already thin, but with all those wires attached to him and white surrounding him, he looked even smaller.

Long story short, Mikey looked like a ghost.

Pete was trying his hardest to not break down and cry. Mikey wasn’t dead (/yet/, he added bitterly)… and he had to stay strong, at least for Gerard, who was hurting a lot more than he was.

“This shouldn’t be happening, Pete.” Gerard grabbed his baby brother’s hand and gently rubbed circles on it with his thumb. “He’s so young… he doesn’t deserve this.”

Pete nodded. He took Mikey’s free hand in his own and sighed. “Why’d he do it? Gerard, you didn’t see a note or anything, did you?”

“I was too busy panicking to check,” Gerard admitted.

Pete sighed, but then it hit him. “Doesn’t Frank have a key to your house?”


Frank was watching an episode of South Park when his cell phone rang. The sixteen-year-old cursed loudly. He had been looking forward to this episode all week.

The caller ID read Gerard/. Frank knew that Gerard knew that today was /South Park day, so he hoped Gerard had a good reason for interrupting his show.

“Yes?”

“Frank, listen, this is an emergency. I need you to go to my house and search Mikey’s room for a note. I’ll explain later.”


Gerard sounded tired. This made Frank worry a little. “Gerard, are you okay?”

“No. Not at all man. Just… please find it and come to the hospital.”
Gerard then hung up.

Frank knew something was wrong. South Park could wait- his friends needed his help. Frank grabbed the key Gerard gave him and walked across the street to the Way household. He slid the key into the lock and turned it before opening the door and running into Mikey’s room.

Currently, Gerard was in the process of moving his things from the room he and Mikey shared into the basement. Their parents finally decided that they didn’t have much use for it, so they gave it to Gerard, who happily took it. Mikey was also happy to have a place to himself, so it was a win-win situation for the brothers. The room was in chaos, though, so searching for a note was easier said than done.

Ideally, Mikey would’ve left the note where Gerard would see it. Frank checked the bookshelf which held the brothers’ many comic books- nothing. It wasn’t on Mikey’s nightstand, or near the radio, or on Mikey’s desk. After checking Mikey’s bed, he checked the drawing table that Gerard had yet to move from the room.

Frank lifted up one of the sketchbooks to check beneath it, but two things fell out. They were envelopes with Gerard and Pete scrawled on them. These must have been the notes Gerard was talking about.

Frank left the Way household and called Gabe Saporta.

“Hey, Iero! What’s up, man?”


“Can you give me a ride to the hospital? I’m kinda in a hurry.”

Gabe went from laid back to serious. “I’ll be there in five.”


Gabe and Frank ran up to the hospital secretary, a cute girl with an eyebrow piercing whose nametag read /Amy Lee/.

“Can I help you two?” She asked.

“We’re looking for our friend… do you have anyone by the name of Michael Way?”

“Do you know his middle name? We have three different Michael Ways in this hospital.”

“Gabe, please tell me you know Mikey’s middle name…”

“It’s James, Miss.”

“Yeah, here he is,” Amy said, “He’s in the ICU, so I can’t promise that they’ll let you see him…”

“Thanks anyway,” Gabe called as Frank dragged him to the intensive care unit.

Gerard was waiting for the two of them in the waiting room. As soon as Gerard saw them, he motioned for them to follow him, which they did. Gerard said nothing to the others, but Gabe and Frank decided it was best to not ask.

Gerard stopped in front of the room and turned to them. Frank noticed that Gerard was crying.

Frank said nothing. Instead, he just pulled Gerard into a tight hug.

“They said he might not make it through the night,” Gerard whimpered, “I’m… I’m just not ready to lose him, Frank.”

“I know, Gee. I know,” Frank said. He could feel tears sliding down his face, now understanding why Gerard wanted him to search Mikey’s room.

Frank took the notes out of his pocket and handed the one labeled Gerard to the older Way. “Is Pete here, Gee? Mikey left a note for him, too.”

“He’s in the room,” Gerard sighed.

Frank nodded. He and Gabe followed Gerard into the room. They were met with the sight of Pete clinging to Mikey’s hand, whispering something to the bedridden teen. It was truly a heartbreaking sight… Frank wouldn’t even deny the fact that his heart shattered into tiny pieces.

Frank approached Pete and tapped on his shoulder. Pete turned and accepted the envelope that was held out to him. Reluctantly, Pete let go of Mikey’s hand to open the envelope and unfolded the note before grasping his hand once again.


Pete,

If you’re reading this now, then I assume Gerard found this in his sketch book. It was the one place I knew Gerard would eventually find it. I know he’d deliver this to you.


I want you to know that this isn’t your fault. I want you to understand that I did this because no one, not even you, could help me.


I owe you an explanation, at the very least. If you didn’t know already, I was diagnosed with depression a few years ago. Big deal, right? I know a bunch of people with depression who manage to keep it hidden with a few pills. Gerard’s one of them. And they really do help me. But nothing can help me when it comes to the bullying.


You’ve seen firsthand how much it happens, and how you and Gerard and what few friends I do have are willing to help me… but you can’t be there all the time. Gee, Bob, and Ray have graduated, and you’ll be gone next year. I know Patrick would be there in a heartbeat, but he’s always so fucking busy. Frank would probably get the shit beat out of him, and Gabe would probably go overboard. Brendon would stand up to them, at the very least, but he doesn’t like getting involved in fights, and I don’t blame him for that. I can’t take care of myself- it’s usually three or more against me, and I know that if I fight back, I’ll only make it worse.


It got to the point where I started cutting, which you and everyone else discovered later on. Gerard would hide my knives and razor blades, Frank and Brendon were there to clean and bandage the wounds, and you were there to pick up the pieces. For that, I can’t thank you enough. I thought everything would be okay, Pete, I really did. But there’s rarely a happy ending in life.


I knew that, eventually, the bullying would push me past the breaking point. I’d either start taking drugs, which would likely make me “cool” enough for them to stop, or I’d become one of them. Neither of those options seemed ideal… they’re just not me. They say that you either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. I’m far from being a hero, but I don’t want to end up like them- beating up some kid because he listens to Black Flag or because he’s gay. And so, after thinking this thing through for months, I’ve finally done it.


I broke up with you in hopes that this would damage the bond we had. I was hoping that if I did so, it wouldn’t hurt you as much if I succeed. I want you to know that I still love you, Pete.


Mikey



Tears stained the note that Pete held in his hands. He made no attempt to wipe the ones that were currently trailing down his face. Instead, his grip on Mikey’s hand tightened slightly, silently pleading for the younger to pull through, to just wake up right this second.

“Mikey, you idiot,” Pete whispered, “How could you think ending our relationship would make this hurt less? How could you think taking your own life was the only solution?” Pete stopped to finally wipe the tears from his face and sigh. “Michael James Way, I fucking love you. If you give up now, you’re giving up on me and whatever future we could’ve had together. Please, Mikey… if you can hear me, don’t you dare leave me.”

Pete felt a hand resting on his shoulder. Pete turned to see Gabe standing behind him, a serious expression on his face. Behind Gabe, Pete can see Frank trying to comfort Gerard as best as he can. Pete could tell that this was having a terrible effect on everyone.

“How’s he holding up?” Pete can sense that Gabe thinks it’s a stupid question to ask, but he doesn’t comment.

“He hasn’t woken up yet… I’m guessing that Gerard told you that he might not make it, right?”

“Yeah,” Gabe said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this upset. It’s scary.”

Pete nodded in agreement. He brought Mikey’s hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss on the back.

Gabe pulled him into a tight hug. “If you need anything, let me know. Chances are that you’re not leaving his side, right?”

“Yeah. They’ll have to take me away kicking and screaming.”

“I doubt they’d even succeed then, Pete. When you of all people set your mind to something, you do it.”

Pete would’ve smiled if the situation weren’t so dire. “The only thing I can’t do is save Mikey’s life.”

Gabe sighed, “Y’know, Pete… the fact that you’re here might be helping. You know how cuddling a premature baby is beneficial for them? I kinda zoned out when we went over this is psychology, but I know that parents are encouraged to hold their hand or something when they’re doing all this medical stuff.”

“Where are you going with this, Gabe?” Pete asked.

“All I’m saying is that maybe your presence is helping. Mikey’s kinda out of it at the moment, but maybe deep down, he can hear you and he knows you’re there. Maybe you’re pulling him out of the darkness just by being here, holding his hand and letting him know just how much you love him.”

Maybe Gabe had a point. Pete had heard stories about people coming out of comas and stuff because someone was there, trying their hardest to keep them from letting go.

“Maybe you’re right, Gabe,” Pete said.


Patrick, Ray, and Brendon showed up later on. Brendon, in an attempt to stay positive, bought a bear from the gift shop for Mikey. (“Hospitals suck. Mikey might as well have something other than Pete to cuddle with when he wakes up.”) Pete had asked Patrick to bring his songwriting notebook with him, since he had left it at his house the day earlier and decided that writing might help him quite a bit. He still stayed close to Mikey, though, humming Bullet with Butterfly Wings and occasionally brushing a strand of hair out of Mikey’s face or kissing his hand or forehead.

Other than glancing at Mikey to make sure he was still breathing, Pete really didn’t stop writing the song he was currently in the middle of putting together.

I'm sleeping my way out of this one
With anyone who will lie down
I'll be stuck fixated on one star
When the world is crashing down

I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking in through blinds
I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type

I’m sitting out dances on the wall
Trying to forget everything that isn't you
I'm not going home alone
Cause I don't do too well on my own


Tears were dripping down his face again, which caused Pete to close the book and set it aside for a few minutes. He’d write more later, when he wasn’t on the verge of breaking down.

“Anyone want to go for coffee?” Gabe asked

“I’ll take one,” Gerard sighed, standing up. “I need to get out of here for a minute, anyway.” He sounded tired, but he refused to sleep.

“Me too,” Frank said.

Brendon, Ray, and Patrick all accepted the offer, but Pete didn’t want to. Gabe offered to bring him something, but once again, he declined.

“I’d rather stay here with Mikey. Thanks anyway,” Pete said. Gabe nodded in understanding before he and everyone else left the room.

Once everyone left the room, Pete crawled into the hospital bed with Mikey, being careful of the wires and machines the younger was hooked up to. Pete wrapped his arms around Mikey and kissed his forehead for what felt like the hundredth time that day. But he had to keep trying. He had to bring Mikey back.

“I love you, Mikey,” Pete whispered, “Please, baby, wake up. /Please/.”

Pete laid there, just holding Mikey, until his eyelids grew heavy. Just before the world went black, he thought he felt something move.


Gerard and Frank had left the group at the café, with Gerard wanting to check in on Mikey and Frank going just so the elder Way wouldn’t have to go alone.

They were greeted with the sight of Pete sleeping next to Mikey, arms wrapped around the thin frame that belonged to the younger. As Gerard got closer, he could see that Pete was still grasping one of Mikey’s hands with his own.

It was a heartwarming sight, one that made the day slightly better.

A doctor came in later on, clipboard in hand. His eyes wondered over to the two sleeping in the bed and a small look of irritation flashed over his face.

“Please remove your friend from the patient’s bed,” the doctor said, “It might poorly affect the machinery.”

“Up yours,” Gerard said, “That kid right there may just lose the love of his life tonight. Leave him alone.” Gerard never thought he’d ever say a word in Pete’s defense… perhaps there really was a first time for everything.

The doctor seemed offended, but said nothing. Instead, he went on to check the machinery for any changes. He wrote down a few things before heading for the door.

“Have there been any changes?” Gerard asked.

“A few. His condition has improved only slightly. I advise you not get your hopes up, though.”

Gerard nodded. The doctor left the room, grumbling something about teenagers.

The room was silent for a few minutes. Neither Frank nor Gerard seemed willing to start a conversation. But eventually, the quiet got to Gerard and he sighed.

“Frank… do you think Mikey will ever wake up?”

For some reason, Frank expected this question to come from Gerard. And yet, he still wasn’t prepared to answer it.

“Honestly, Gerard… I don’t know,” Frank sighed, “Unfortunately, only time will give us the answer. But… maybe Gabe had a point. Right now, there are people who care about him here, waiting for him to wake up. One of them is sleeping at his side, trying to get Mikey to understand that we love and care for him. Maybe Mikey really can hear him, hear us, and is slowly making his way back to us.”

Gerard nodded, “Maybe you’re right, Frank.”

Gerard’s phone went off, blasting /Common People/. He answered it before it could get through three words.

“Mom? Yeah, he’s in the ICU. No, he hasn’t woken up yet… yes, I promise to call back when he does. Oh, great. See you tomorrow, hopefully. Love you, mom.”

Pete woke up a few minutes later. After questioning Gerard and Frank about Mikey’s condition, Pete picked up his songwriting notebook to write more.

The only thing worse than not knowing
Is you thinking that I don't know
I'm having another episode
I just need a stronger dose


As Pete finished the line he was working on, his peripheral vision caught something moving. In a strange mix of hope and disbelief, Pete turned to Mikey, who had moved slightly.

“Mikey? Mikey, baby, can you hear me?”

Pete’s notebook was now long forgotten, tossed onto the floor when hope flooded his system. The doctor ran into the room, hearing the commotion. Gerard came rushing over while Frank sprinted out to tell the others.

Mikey’s eyes opened slowly. Pete could detect sleepiness in his features, but the only thing he could really focus on was the fact that Mikey was awake.

The oxygen mask was removed from Mikey’s face, allowing Mikey to be able to talk without his voice being muffled, and he was given his glasses. Gerard gave Mikey a quick hug and a kiss in the forehead before going out in the hall with the doctor to discuss something.

Frank showed up with Gabe, Patrick, Brendon, and Ray seconds later. Gabe had to hold back when he hugged Mikey, since the thinner of the two looked a little weak. Brendon gave Mikey the little bear he bought at the gift shop, which he accepted with a small thank you.

Gerard came back into the room, a look of relief on his face. “The doctor said that now that you’re awake, you should make a full recovery, Mikey. They wanna keep you under observation for another twenty-four hours, though.”

A look of disappointment crossed Mikey’s face. Pete gave a small smile and said, “Hey, I’ll be here with you, okay? So will Gerard. You’re not gonna be here alone.”

Mikey gave a small smile to Pete, who brought him into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” Pete whispered, “Please, baby… don’t ever put me through that again.” Pete brought their lips together for a sweet kiss.

When the two finally pulled away, Pete moved aside to let Gerard hug his little brother. Gerard’s nose was buried in Mikey’s light brown hair.

“Swear to god, Mikey, if you ever scare me like that again, I will fucking bring you back to life and kill you myself.”

Mikey wisely chose not to respond. Instead, he just let Gerard hold him tightly.

“You do know that we’re gonna talk about this later, right?” Gerard was completely serious, and Mikey knew it. He didn’t argue, though.

“Okay,” Mikey said.

“And mom and dad called me back while you were sleeping. Hopefully they’ll be back by tomorrow, if they can catch a flight.”

Once again, Mikey nodded. Gerard, deciding that Mikey’s been grilled enough for almost making the worlds dumbest decision, released his younger brother and asked, “You want anything? They have a Starbucks.”

“Maybe later, Gee.”

Mikey went back to cuddling with Pete on the bed, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Do you guys need a few minutes alone?” Gerard asked, “We can wait in the hall for a few, if you want.”

“Yeah,” Pete said, “That’d be great, actually. Thanks.”

As everyone but Pete and Mikey left the room, Gabe resisted the urge to tell them to keep it PG. He sensed that it was going to be a serious conversation.

“Mikey… I know this is the last thing you want to talk about… but I want to know why you thought I couldn’t help you.”

Mikey sighed. He had expected this question to pop up eventually. “I guess it was because I thought you’d not love me anymore if I burdened you with my problems.”

“Mikey,” Pete said in disbelief, “did you really believe that?”

Mikey nodded.

Pete pulled Mikey into a hug. “Mikes, I’d never do that to you. You’re willing to undertake everyone else’s problems, but you don’t let anyone do the same for you. Friends are supposed to do that for each other, Mikey. Same goes for brothers and boyfriends. I want you to know that you can always talk to me, okay? I don’t care if you’re calling me in the middle of the night… I’ll pick up that phone and we’ll talk until the sun comes up, if that’s what it takes.”

Tears were forming in Mikey’s eyes. “You… you’d do that for me? Really?”

“Of course. I love you, Mikeyway. It kills me to see you suffer.” Pete wiped away Mikey’s tears and brought him into a kiss.

At that moment, Gabe decided to walk in, satisfied with the amount of time Gerard had given Pete and Mikey alone. He let out a loud ‘awww’ for both boys to hear, which caused Mikey’s face to turn bright red.

Gerard playfully smacked the back of Gabe’s head before taking a seat in the chair Pete had occupied earlier. Mikey settled into Pete’s chest, clutching Brendon’s bear to his own. Mikey attempted to stifle a yawn, but Pete was able to catch it.

“Tired, Mikey?” The exhausted look in Mikey’s eyes gave him the answer. Pete gently removed Mikey’s glasses and set them down on the table next to the bed. He then lowered himself and Mikey down onto the bed, with the younger’s head resting on his chest.

Gerard smiled at Mikey before he began to sing Bullet with Butterfly Wings to him. Patrick soon joined in, and Mikey fell asleep in Pete’s embrace. Pete kissed Mikey’s nose and gently rubbed his back to ensure the teenager knew he was there as he drifted off.

About ten minutes later, Brendon and Ray left, the former having to get home to babysit his mother’s friend’s kids and the latter had to work early the next morning. Frank and Gabe left a little while later to go get something other than the clothes he came in with or a hospital gown for Mikey to wear and returned about a half hour or so later. Patrick left while Gabe and Frank were gone, but not before letting Pete know that if he or Mikey needed anything, he was free to call him.

Frank called his mother to let her know that he was staying at the hospital with Gerard, Gabe and Pete to look after Mikey. (Upon hearing that Mikey was in the hospital, everyone could hear Frank’s mother asking rapid-fire questions, such as “Is he okay?” or “Does he need anything?” or “Do Don and Donna know he’s there?”) Gabe had nothing to do, and Gerard and Pete refused to leave Mikey’s side, even after three different nurses told them that visiting hours were over.

(“We’re not leaving him. He’s my kid brother, and he needs everyone in this room, ma’am.”)

Eventually, Frank and Gabe had finally passed out in the chairs they had been sitting in. This gave Gerard and Pete time to talk.

“This whole experience showed me that you really do care about Mikey, Wentz,” Gerard said, “I know I’ve been a bit of a dick to you in the past, but he’s my baby brother. I’m supposed to look over his shoulder. But, I have to say, he could’ve done worse.”

It wasn’t really a compliment… but, hell, Pete would take it. That was pretty much Gerard’s way of giving his approval.

“The only thing this changes is the fact that I’m less likely to castrate you. I’ll still do it if I catch you cheating on Mikey or hurting him in any way.” Pete nodded. “I know you’ll look after him, Pete… just… don’t screw this up. You know how to make him happy.”

Technically, Pete had Gerard’s approval. He couldn’t wait to tell Mikey in the morning.

Pete laid there with Mikey, concentrating on the younger’s breathing. Sleep eventually took him. That night, Pete dreamed of his sweet little Mikey and the life he hoped to live with him.
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