Plaguing Memories, chapter 3
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," I mumbled, cursing myself in my head for getting the wrong person, it looked so much like him, so much but it wasn't, now my head was getting more and more screwed up by the second. A yell of anger came from somewhere behind me but I didn't hear what it was screaming, everything around me had blurred out, it was as I felt something collided against me knocking me to the floor. I realised I had still had hold of the small boys shoulder. I woke back up to the real world as pain exploded over me, the floor was concrete, solid painful concrete, and I was being kicked repeatedly, I tried to get to my feet, but the blow of the kicks just kept knocking me back down and I eventually, just gave up and curled up groaning on the floor. I heard the occasional yell of 'MIKEY WHERE ARE YOU MIKEY.' And then after a few more horrific blows to my stomach and head, I heard. 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY BROTHER?' Followed by, knuckles colliding on head.
I slowly opened my eyes to see Gerard being thrown backwards onto the ground, stunning him momentarily, I think Frank, Bob, Ray, Billie, Mike and Tre were still standing frozen on their places on the stage as most of the crowd had pushed harder to escape getting hit. One more kick was placed to my head and before I blacked out I heard the sound of shoes, slapping against concrete as he fled.
5 and a half hours later
*Frank's POV*
"Gee, come on Gee you couldn't have done anything to stop it, Mikey was gone and had disappeared before any of us realised anything," I tried to comfort him, the silence that had rested upon us was unsettling me.
Gerard was sitting in a chair pulled up to one side of the bed Mikey was in, holding his hand tightly, with an occasional tear rolling down his cheek. Mikey was laying completely still in the hospital bed, surrounded by white sheets and beeping monitors, his head had been stitched and bandaged and he was covered in bruises and cuts on his stomach, but the blows to his stomach, back and chest had been more serious internally, he had 2 cracked ribs and 3 broken ones. One of the broken ones was resting dangerously close to his left lung and if disturbed anymore would definitely puncture it. He also had one of his kidney's ripped which was causing enough problems on it's own. As he'd collided with the ground, he'd fractured his right wrist and it was now in a wrist guard.
Gerard's left arm was in a sling and I could tell it was hurting him even if he denied it and said he was just upset about Mikey, it had been slightly worse than fractured but not quite broke.
"Gee please come on, it wasn't your fault." He'd also been blaming himself a lot, but it was more my fault than his, at least he tried to stop it, I just stood there frozen to my spot.
"I shouldn't have let him go, he was upset, I knew he was and I didn't think to follow him straight away, did I? No, I just let him go."
"You didn't know what he was going to do."
"But I should have, I should be the one laying in that hospital bed, I should 'cause he's my little brother and it's my job to protect him."
"No you shouldn't, no one should, Gee come on, let's go get something to eat or drink or something, sitting around here, waiting for him to wake up, will make no difference, the doctors said he probably wouldn't wake up until tomorrow."
"I can't leave him Frankie, not on his own, what if he wakes up while I'm gone? He'll be confused, possibly scared, no one knows what he's gonna think when he wakes up, ya don't know if he thinks he's gonna be attacked again."
"5 minutes Gee, what are the chances?"
"You never know, I'm not leaving him, especially if he's on his own and that's it."
I sighed, hospitals unsettled me at the best of times, but when it was someone as close to me as Mikey it made it worse and seeing Gerard like this didn't help either. "He'll be fine, I promise you, with or without you, he's not a little child Gee."
"But he's still my little brother."
As I was about to give up, there was a knock at the door and Ray and Bob walked in. "How is he?" they mumbled together, Bob sitting in the spare seat as Ray sat on the edge of Mikey's bed. They'd left a few hours before, as I volunteered to stay with Gerard, who showed zero signs of moving at that time.
"Well... Same as before," I replied. "Now look Gerard you are coming with me for five minutes, that's all I want, for you to forget this for five minutes, he's safe with Ray and Bob, you know that."
Gerard considered this for a moment, before muttering a reluctant. "Fine."
A small warm smile played across my lips, as I pulled Gerard from his chair and he once again reluctantly let go of Mikey's hand, I placed my arm around his waist in comfort before leading him out of the door, as Ray happily took my seat.
*Bob's POV*
I watched him for a few moments, my eyes scanning over his lifeless body quickly, lingering on every injury I could see though, as if, if I stared at them long enough they'd magically heal, but what were the chances. It was silent once again, the same silence it had been at the tour bus. We remained like this until Frank and Gerard came back.
I glanced up at them as I heard the door shut, Frank was repeatedly whispering something to Gerard, who was constantly shaking his head.
*Gerard's POV*
"You're wrong, you're wrong," I whispered back to Frank, while shaking my head, as I collapsed into the chair I had previously been in. I took hold of Mikey's hand again, as Frank sat on me, leaning against one side of the chair, careful not to lean against my arm.
"Fine Gerard, be that way, I give up, and to be honest, I'm too tired to continue," he told me, defeat in his voice. "I've got to go sleep Gee, tell Mikey if he wakes up, I'm sorry for not doing anything about it. I'm sorry." And with that he left, followed by an apologetic Ray.
"You want me to stay?" Bob asked, sitting up more in the chair he'd been slouching in.
I simply shook my head and told him to go, it wasn't worth that many of us staying, he nodded in reply and left. I watched Mikey for a few more minutes, wondering why it wasn't me over and over again, my eyes were refusing to stay open, however it was just gone 2am, I climbed onto the bed beside Mikey and wrapped my arms around him before kissing him on the top of the head. I then closed my eyes, the image of him being attacked played over and over a few times, but eventually I managed to fall to sleep.
What Mikey had said that morning, had really hit me and my dreams turned to the best times I had with Bee, she was my only friend and my best friend for a long, long time. It was then that I heard a noise, but I could tell even in my dreams it was coming from someone awake, it was a noise that should have been loud, really loud, but sounded as if it was coming from the far distance, but gradually it got louder and louder.
At this point I woke up, it was loud, it was real, it was...
I slowly opened my eyes to see Gerard being thrown backwards onto the ground, stunning him momentarily, I think Frank, Bob, Ray, Billie, Mike and Tre were still standing frozen on their places on the stage as most of the crowd had pushed harder to escape getting hit. One more kick was placed to my head and before I blacked out I heard the sound of shoes, slapping against concrete as he fled.
5 and a half hours later
*Frank's POV*
"Gee, come on Gee you couldn't have done anything to stop it, Mikey was gone and had disappeared before any of us realised anything," I tried to comfort him, the silence that had rested upon us was unsettling me.
Gerard was sitting in a chair pulled up to one side of the bed Mikey was in, holding his hand tightly, with an occasional tear rolling down his cheek. Mikey was laying completely still in the hospital bed, surrounded by white sheets and beeping monitors, his head had been stitched and bandaged and he was covered in bruises and cuts on his stomach, but the blows to his stomach, back and chest had been more serious internally, he had 2 cracked ribs and 3 broken ones. One of the broken ones was resting dangerously close to his left lung and if disturbed anymore would definitely puncture it. He also had one of his kidney's ripped which was causing enough problems on it's own. As he'd collided with the ground, he'd fractured his right wrist and it was now in a wrist guard.
Gerard's left arm was in a sling and I could tell it was hurting him even if he denied it and said he was just upset about Mikey, it had been slightly worse than fractured but not quite broke.
"Gee please come on, it wasn't your fault." He'd also been blaming himself a lot, but it was more my fault than his, at least he tried to stop it, I just stood there frozen to my spot.
"I shouldn't have let him go, he was upset, I knew he was and I didn't think to follow him straight away, did I? No, I just let him go."
"You didn't know what he was going to do."
"But I should have, I should be the one laying in that hospital bed, I should 'cause he's my little brother and it's my job to protect him."
"No you shouldn't, no one should, Gee come on, let's go get something to eat or drink or something, sitting around here, waiting for him to wake up, will make no difference, the doctors said he probably wouldn't wake up until tomorrow."
"I can't leave him Frankie, not on his own, what if he wakes up while I'm gone? He'll be confused, possibly scared, no one knows what he's gonna think when he wakes up, ya don't know if he thinks he's gonna be attacked again."
"5 minutes Gee, what are the chances?"
"You never know, I'm not leaving him, especially if he's on his own and that's it."
I sighed, hospitals unsettled me at the best of times, but when it was someone as close to me as Mikey it made it worse and seeing Gerard like this didn't help either. "He'll be fine, I promise you, with or without you, he's not a little child Gee."
"But he's still my little brother."
As I was about to give up, there was a knock at the door and Ray and Bob walked in. "How is he?" they mumbled together, Bob sitting in the spare seat as Ray sat on the edge of Mikey's bed. They'd left a few hours before, as I volunteered to stay with Gerard, who showed zero signs of moving at that time.
"Well... Same as before," I replied. "Now look Gerard you are coming with me for five minutes, that's all I want, for you to forget this for five minutes, he's safe with Ray and Bob, you know that."
Gerard considered this for a moment, before muttering a reluctant. "Fine."
A small warm smile played across my lips, as I pulled Gerard from his chair and he once again reluctantly let go of Mikey's hand, I placed my arm around his waist in comfort before leading him out of the door, as Ray happily took my seat.
*Bob's POV*
I watched him for a few moments, my eyes scanning over his lifeless body quickly, lingering on every injury I could see though, as if, if I stared at them long enough they'd magically heal, but what were the chances. It was silent once again, the same silence it had been at the tour bus. We remained like this until Frank and Gerard came back.
I glanced up at them as I heard the door shut, Frank was repeatedly whispering something to Gerard, who was constantly shaking his head.
*Gerard's POV*
"You're wrong, you're wrong," I whispered back to Frank, while shaking my head, as I collapsed into the chair I had previously been in. I took hold of Mikey's hand again, as Frank sat on me, leaning against one side of the chair, careful not to lean against my arm.
"Fine Gerard, be that way, I give up, and to be honest, I'm too tired to continue," he told me, defeat in his voice. "I've got to go sleep Gee, tell Mikey if he wakes up, I'm sorry for not doing anything about it. I'm sorry." And with that he left, followed by an apologetic Ray.
"You want me to stay?" Bob asked, sitting up more in the chair he'd been slouching in.
I simply shook my head and told him to go, it wasn't worth that many of us staying, he nodded in reply and left. I watched Mikey for a few more minutes, wondering why it wasn't me over and over again, my eyes were refusing to stay open, however it was just gone 2am, I climbed onto the bed beside Mikey and wrapped my arms around him before kissing him on the top of the head. I then closed my eyes, the image of him being attacked played over and over a few times, but eventually I managed to fall to sleep.
What Mikey had said that morning, had really hit me and my dreams turned to the best times I had with Bee, she was my only friend and my best friend for a long, long time. It was then that I heard a noise, but I could tell even in my dreams it was coming from someone awake, it was a noise that should have been loud, really loud, but sounded as if it was coming from the far distance, but gradually it got louder and louder.
At this point I woke up, it was loud, it was real, it was...
