Here We Go Again! (Sequel To My Next Door Neighbour's A Rockstar...No, Really!), chapter 4
At the hospital.
Frank's POV
I hate hospitals. I've always hated hospitals. I had to watch my grandfather die in one and I didn't want to have to do the same with my best fucking friend.
We had to wait in this stingey room whilst he was in theatre. Getting checked out.
I was sitting beside Tasha, Billie was on her other side, Mike and Tre were over with Ray and Bob. Adrienne was sitting opposite me, and Mikey was over by the window. I think he was crying.
I got up and walked over to him slowly.
"Mikey?" I murmered, edging up next to him. "He'll be okay, Mikey," I said quietly.
Mikey wrenched away from me.
"He's not! He won't be! How can you say that? He's not fucking okay, Frankie! HE'S NOT!"
The entire room went silent. Mikey had tears in his eyes, and he was breathing heavily.
"Are you waiting on Mr. Way?"
A doctor walked into the room, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
"Yes," Billie said, standing up. "How is he?"
The doctor paused for a second and looked round at us all.
"He...he has some bad internal injuries, and...we need to operate."
"What? Is that it? You're gonna go slice him open and-"
"MIKEY! Let the doctor speak!" I yelled.
Mikey glared at me and slumped down onto the ground, bringing his knees up to his chin. The doctor opened his mouth again.
"Well, it's going to take a few hours, so you may as well go home and we'll call you when-"
"We're staying here," Tasha said firmly.
* * *
Tasha's POV
The wait was long, and nerve racking. No one spoke. We all sat there, wondering why it was Gerard in that hospital bed. He never hurt anyone. Never.
After a while, Mikey started to hum. He was still curled up in a ball, and he was rocking gently backwards and forwards.
'Helena'. Thats what he was humming. I realised how awful this must be - I know how close he was to his grandmother and now Gerard too - not that Gerard was dying. No one said that...it was just this awful feeling in the back of my mind that kept screaming it...
"Is...," Mikey began, breaking the silence, "Is he...dying?"
His question was answered by a stony silence. That same thing was going through all of our minds, and only Mikey had the courage to say it.
"Excuse me?"
We all looked up. The doctor was standing there, smiling awkwardly but he has worry in his eyes.
"You can go through now - but one or two at a time, he's very weak."
Mikey pushed past all of us and ran into the room, slamming the door behing him.
"Okay. Frank, you can go in next, okay? Then me and Bob, and then whatever," Ray said.
No one answered. We were still to...
I don't know. I really don't know.
Gerard's POV
I couldn't really feel anything. The doctor told me that people were coming to see me. I tried to sit up, but gave up when my back started hurting.
Just then I heard a crash and someone screamed, "GERARD!"
The next thing I know, Mikey's lying on top of me, hugging the life out of me. I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He rolled over so that he was lying beside me.
"I thought you were gone, bro," He whispered, tears running down his face. I leaned in and kissed him softly.
"Come on, Mikey. I'm Gerard Way. It's gonna take more than a car crash to get rid of me," I smiled.
Mikey shrugged and sniffed and wiped his eyes. He started to cry and I felt so guilty.
What had I been doing, drinking like that? I'd scared Mikey shitless.
I'm such a fucking asshole, I thought to myself.
"Gee?" he whispered.
"Mmmm?"
"Why did you...do that? I mean, you g-gave it u-u-up, and n-now-"
I pressed my finger to his lips.
"Because I'm weak, Mikey. I'm weak. I have no self-control and nothing can work out for me. I just -"
"Gerard, shut u-up," Mikey said fiercely. "You're not weak. You're m-my big brother, and I n-need you and if you - if you w-went, if you left m-me, I'd- I'd just....I couldnt d-do it!"
I stared at my little bro and felt tears in my own eyes. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me.
"Mikey, listen," I whispered to him, "You're beautiful. You're amazing. You're inasanely sweet and I'm more than proud to be able to call you my brother. But listen to me....I-If, I mean this, IF....If I ever do leave....just promise me something."
"Wh-what?" Mikey asked, his entire body trembling.
"Promise me that when I'm gone, you won't forget me," I whispered, tears running down my face.
I felt this pain suddenly, in my back, then my arm. It was agonizing and I couldn't take it.
I could hear Mikey screaming and someone hitting me hard in the chest. I could feel someone grab my hand and squeeze it tight.
I tried to squeeze back but there was no power left in me, no energy. Every last bit of me was drained, I was fading away.
And though you're dead and gone believe me,
You're memory will carry on,
We'll carry on...
Frank's POV
I hate hospitals. I've always hated hospitals. I had to watch my grandfather die in one and I didn't want to have to do the same with my best fucking friend.
We had to wait in this stingey room whilst he was in theatre. Getting checked out.
I was sitting beside Tasha, Billie was on her other side, Mike and Tre were over with Ray and Bob. Adrienne was sitting opposite me, and Mikey was over by the window. I think he was crying.
I got up and walked over to him slowly.
"Mikey?" I murmered, edging up next to him. "He'll be okay, Mikey," I said quietly.
Mikey wrenched away from me.
"He's not! He won't be! How can you say that? He's not fucking okay, Frankie! HE'S NOT!"
The entire room went silent. Mikey had tears in his eyes, and he was breathing heavily.
"Are you waiting on Mr. Way?"
A doctor walked into the room, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
"Yes," Billie said, standing up. "How is he?"
The doctor paused for a second and looked round at us all.
"He...he has some bad internal injuries, and...we need to operate."
"What? Is that it? You're gonna go slice him open and-"
"MIKEY! Let the doctor speak!" I yelled.
Mikey glared at me and slumped down onto the ground, bringing his knees up to his chin. The doctor opened his mouth again.
"Well, it's going to take a few hours, so you may as well go home and we'll call you when-"
"We're staying here," Tasha said firmly.
* * *
Tasha's POV
The wait was long, and nerve racking. No one spoke. We all sat there, wondering why it was Gerard in that hospital bed. He never hurt anyone. Never.
After a while, Mikey started to hum. He was still curled up in a ball, and he was rocking gently backwards and forwards.
'Helena'. Thats what he was humming. I realised how awful this must be - I know how close he was to his grandmother and now Gerard too - not that Gerard was dying. No one said that...it was just this awful feeling in the back of my mind that kept screaming it...
"Is...," Mikey began, breaking the silence, "Is he...dying?"
His question was answered by a stony silence. That same thing was going through all of our minds, and only Mikey had the courage to say it.
"Excuse me?"
We all looked up. The doctor was standing there, smiling awkwardly but he has worry in his eyes.
"You can go through now - but one or two at a time, he's very weak."
Mikey pushed past all of us and ran into the room, slamming the door behing him.
"Okay. Frank, you can go in next, okay? Then me and Bob, and then whatever," Ray said.
No one answered. We were still to...
I don't know. I really don't know.
Gerard's POV
I couldn't really feel anything. The doctor told me that people were coming to see me. I tried to sit up, but gave up when my back started hurting.
Just then I heard a crash and someone screamed, "GERARD!"
The next thing I know, Mikey's lying on top of me, hugging the life out of me. I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He rolled over so that he was lying beside me.
"I thought you were gone, bro," He whispered, tears running down his face. I leaned in and kissed him softly.
"Come on, Mikey. I'm Gerard Way. It's gonna take more than a car crash to get rid of me," I smiled.
Mikey shrugged and sniffed and wiped his eyes. He started to cry and I felt so guilty.
What had I been doing, drinking like that? I'd scared Mikey shitless.
I'm such a fucking asshole, I thought to myself.
"Gee?" he whispered.
"Mmmm?"
"Why did you...do that? I mean, you g-gave it u-u-up, and n-now-"
I pressed my finger to his lips.
"Because I'm weak, Mikey. I'm weak. I have no self-control and nothing can work out for me. I just -"
"Gerard, shut u-up," Mikey said fiercely. "You're not weak. You're m-my big brother, and I n-need you and if you - if you w-went, if you left m-me, I'd- I'd just....I couldnt d-do it!"
I stared at my little bro and felt tears in my own eyes. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me.
"Mikey, listen," I whispered to him, "You're beautiful. You're amazing. You're inasanely sweet and I'm more than proud to be able to call you my brother. But listen to me....I-If, I mean this, IF....If I ever do leave....just promise me something."
"Wh-what?" Mikey asked, his entire body trembling.
"Promise me that when I'm gone, you won't forget me," I whispered, tears running down my face.
I felt this pain suddenly, in my back, then my arm. It was agonizing and I couldn't take it.
I could hear Mikey screaming and someone hitting me hard in the chest. I could feel someone grab my hand and squeeze it tight.
I tried to squeeze back but there was no power left in me, no energy. Every last bit of me was drained, I was fading away.
And though you're dead and gone believe me,
You're memory will carry on,
We'll carry on...
