Tales from A Hospital Bed:: Chapter 1
dont own never happpened
the show must go on....
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-gerard's pov-
"Are we home yet?", Frankie whined from the passenger's seat and traced a smiley face into the window as rain pelted outside. We had been driving 4 hours straight, on account of Frankie and I having to go to Bob's wedding in Pennsylvania and he was uber-tired, I gotta admit, so was I.
"Yeah, almost. We just passed the New Jersey Turnpike sign. So all that's left is the part with all the trees and then we're home, baby", I answered and held his hand quckly. He put his feet up on the dashboard and leaned back in his seat, slipping off the seatbelt.
"Why'd Bob have to get married all the way over there?", Frank whined some more and I laughed. "Just go to sleep, Frankie. I'll wake you up when we get home, ok?", I reasoned and he nodded, head against the window and wrapped my hoodie.
Suddenly, some asshole behind us was swerving past some cars and honking as loud as he could. "What the fuck's this guy's problem?", I thought and saw that we were near the part where there were lots of trees and curves. That was always the scariest part of the drive home for me, since I heard that over 15 people had died after falling down that slope and landing on the road below.
The asshole kept trying to push past me and I kept swerving around him as best as I could, but my best wasn't good enough. He flashed his high beams and I couldn't see the road, then I heard to horrible sounds of screaming brakes and crashing metal.
"Gerard!", Frankie screamed from next to me and I blacked out. All I could hear was crashing and suddenly, Frankie's voice wasn't next to me anymore. Then, the noise stopped and my head hurt really really bad, but that didn't worry me as much as Frank.
"Frank! FRANKIE!?Where are you!?", I yelled as best as I could and I tasted blood in my mouth. I opened my eyes and was met with an unreal sight... the fucking car was upside down! I was strapped in and I could see that my right leg was pinned under the busted dashboard. "Oh fuck", I whispered and tried to undo my seatbelt, falling hard on my left arm. That didn't matter, I wanted to find Frankie, but first I had to get my leg out from under the wrecakge of the black dash.
"Allright. 1,2,3!", I said to myself and pulled hard on my leg, hearing a loud 'pop!' and whimpering a little. "Fuck! 1, 2, 3!", I yelled and my leg appeared, bloody and bruised and a little white bone popping out of the side. "Holy fuck", I thought to myself and wriggled my body out of the shattered window. I dragged myself across the pavement, looking at the car.
It was completely demolished and there was blood on the windshield.
"Oh no, Frankie!", I called and choked on a dry sob that got caught in my throat. About 10 feet from the car, was Frankie. He wasn't moving and there was a small pool of blood around his head. "No!", I screamed and pulled myself over to him. It looked like he was sleeping... oh no. No, no, no! He's not... dead?!
I touched his bloody face, which looked so pale in the moonlight even though it was still pouring rain all over us. "Frankie?Hey, baby? Sweetheart?", I sobbed and let my head hang down to my chest as I heard someone screaming for help from behind me. I turned around and saw a teenage girl and what looked like her parents jumped out of an SUV.
"Mom! Call 911, hurry!", the girl cried and ran over to us. She kneeled in front of me and Frankie, gasping when she saw his face. "Oh god no. This c-can't be real!Oh my god, Gerard?", she asked and I looked at her, knowing that I probably didn't look my best. "Help us, please", I said and resumed crying.
Apparently, she was a fan of MCR, 'cause she knew who we were and she didn't leave our side even when her parents yelled at her to "Get back in the car!". "You're gonna be allright, ok?", she assured and held my hand. "I don't care about me. I just want him to be allright!", I whispered and the ambulances soon arrived.
"Please step away from them, Miss. We'll take it from here", a paramedic said and the girl's mother pulled her back into the car.
"Sir? Can you give us your names?", the paramedic asked and they were putting a sheet on Frankie! "What the hell is wrong with you!? He's still alive, you fuckers! Can't you see he's still breathing!?", I screamed at the top of my lungs and they put him on a stretcher.
"Sir? Names, please", the guy, "Alex", ordered and I shot him a glare when they put me on a stretcher like Frankie. "I'm Gerard Way and he's F-frank Iero", I said, barley loud enough to be heard over the rain crashing against the pavement and drenching us completely. "Are you taking us to the same place? Don't separate us, please! Don't keep him away from me!", I shouted and one of the ladies in the ambulance pulled out an I.V needle. "No!No, no, no!", I protested and tried to move away, failing after they put a mask over my nose and I realized it was sleeping gas.
Everything got blurry and real quiet...
I started to shut my eyes and soon, I was knocked out
Oh Frankie, please be allright....Please
Please?
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god, that was the toughest dream I ever had to publish!
based on a bad dream I had
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-Nini*Way