I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

Fuck, That Was Close!

{Frank's POV}

"Is he okay? Can we see him?" I asked when the Doctor appeared.

Mikey and Ray looked up.

"He's going to be fine. You got to him just in time. You're very lucky, you know," The Doctor told us.

I swear, Doctors live to say that.

They must practice it in front of the mirror at home.

I stood up, ready to go and see him.

"You can't see him just yet," The Doctor stopped me in my tracks, "We need to keep a close eye on him. I'll be back in an hour with more news."

With that, he gave a sympathetic look and left.

I sat back down.

He was okay...

Gerard was okay.

"Oh my god... This is all my fault!" Mikey wailed, his head in his hands.

"Don't blame yourself, Mikey," Ray patted him on the back.

"It isn't your fault," I joined in.

He didn't deserve to think it was his fault.

He had almost lost his big brother; he didn't need to blame himself for it all as well.

"But it is! I'm a crappy brother! I should have done more! I know I could have!"

"There wasn't anything else you could do," I said, "You didn't know what was going through his head."

He sniffed and nodded.

We had waited for half an hour when Mrs Way appeared.

"Oh, Mikey!" She was already crying as she pulled her youngest son into a hug.

"I'm sorry, Mom... I should have stopped him," Mikey cried onto her shoulder.

"You tried your best, Honey," Mikey's mom stroked his hair.

I could feel a few tears coming on now.

I remembered what the Doctor had said.

He said that we were very lucky.

If we hadn't got to him sooner...

Gerard might be dead right now.

"What did the Doctor say?" She asked as she sat next to us.

"He's..." I couldn't say anything more otherwise it would have come out in a large sob.

"He's going to be fine," Ray finished for me.

"Oh thank God!" Mrs Way looked to the ceiling and smiled.

"Can we see him?"

"Not yet. The Doctor will be back in about twenty minutes though," Ray told her.

He was the only one out of us three collected enough to give a proper answer.

Mikey was still sobbing, wiping the tears from behind his glasses.

I had my head in my hands.

This pain through me was unfamiliar.

What was it?

I was devastated about the fact that I had nearly lost Gerard.

My Gerard.

Wait... My Gerard?

I had never thought of Gerard in that way properly before.

At least, I never let myself.

He was just a friend...