Tower Over Me (Waycest)

Chapter 42: Unweaving

Gerard's POV

When I got the call from Frank I did exactly what I had done last year. I ran from my room to Mikey's tearing the door open and then freezing in place.

  Oh God, this is so..wrong. Had I really hurt him that bad? When was the last time he ate? 

I stared at his room panting, my breath shaking like my body as I look around. The dark grey walls tower over me as a beam of sunlight pouring in from the window shine in and reflect off of his guitar onto the ceiling. I look around for anything that could tell me what caused this. 

Drugs? 

I pull all of this clothes from his wardrobe but there's nothing. I grab his phone off his nightstand and check his phone. There's nothing revealing upfront but I stuff it into my pocket and run out of the house as fast as I can.

I try not to drive too fast, but I'm so afraid. How did this even happen? This can't even be real...How can this illness keep attacking him? Has it taken him out this time?

I speed up a little, passing through traffic a bit hastily, and arriving at the hospital after what felt like the longest drive through Jersey of my life.

When I get there I don't even bother to lock the car,  I just run as fast as I can through the parking lot and into the quiet bleach scented lobby. I jog over to the receptionist and knock on the glass. "M-my little brother w-was in the park, the ambulance p-picked him up from Carrington Woods fifteen minutes ago."

The woman offers a knowing smile and types on her computer. I look around the lobby full of grey faced people, some with children, most alone and distant looking. "Are you the guardian of Stacey Liggins?"

 Where is Frank? Is Mikey even here yet?

"N-no, Mikey..well uh Michael James Way?" I say shakily. She scrolls and then nods, "He's somewhere between transport and ICU, he's not available for visiting at this time, please have a seat." She states and I shake my head.

"I need a cigarette," I tell her feeling a bit dazed as I head back out of the building. I see Frank's car pulling in speedily as I take the first drag of the much needed cancer stick. He jumps out of his car about to start running, but he stops when he see's me.

He jogs over to me looking extremely concerned as I take the cigarette from my mouth with a shaky hand. "H-he's in ICU..can't see him right now." I say weakly and burst into tears as Frank wraps his arms around me. I notice the dark shade of his nose and feel even worse than before.

"Gerard, breathe. It's gonna be okay." I sob and drop my cigarette, holding onto Frank's shoulders tightly. "I d-didn't know. I t-thought he was better Frank, he was so much better." I state and Frank sighs. "I know, I know. Come on, let's talk," He states pulling away from the hug and leading me over to his parked car.

I sniffle and dry my eyes on my sleeves as me and Frank climb onto the hood of his car.  "I'm sorry about your nose," I state referencing to the purple tint around his nose. He sighs and covers it with his hand, "Yeah, it's nothing." His voice is shaky and I can tell from his eyes he hasn't slept well.

"Thank you, for the..comic thing." I state feeling dumb for even mentioning something positive at a time like this. "Oh, well..I promised and all." I nod and feel myself losing control over my words. 

"Yeah, but I didn't keep my promise to you. Remember when you got out of rehab and I promised I would love you forever?" Frank's eyes spill over with tears and he nods, "But Gee, you still love me. Isn't your heart racing? Don't you feel a little sick to your stomach? Do you really want to see me leave? No more me running to your doorstep or to the hospital when your life falls in?"

I feel tears rolling down my face as I take a long drag from my cigarette. "I..I don't know about this thing with Mikey anymore. I think it's too much, I think.. I think I caused this." 

"Perry hasn't been eating either...I uh..I think it might be the person she's with. I know that's unrelated but..Gerard you can't expect to be okay when your blaming yourself for something that's wrong in Mikey's brain. Don't you remember what I told you when you had alcohol poisoning? Addiction, disorders, illness, it's all the same, it's a miscommunication within yourself, and while others can effect it, and pills can mask it, there's still something wrong with the individual that neither themselves or anyone can control."

I toss my cigarette and cradle my head in my hands, sobbing loudly as Frank wraps his arms around me. "You'll both be happier this way, and I don't know..I think I could be too, if we welcome the change." He murmurs running his fingers through my hair. 

"Frank?" I stammer and pull away from him, "Yeah?" He asks shakily. "If Mikey...doesn't make it out of this, w-will you please stay in Jersey?" I ask pathetically and he sighs. "Gerard, if Mikey doesn't pull through, me and you both are getting the fuck out of here." He says and takes my hand in his. 

"And if he lives, like he's meant to, I'm gonna leave tomorrow night, and you're gonna stay and get your comic out there, and build a life for him." I dry my eyes and nod. "I..need to call my mom." I say clearing my throat and climbing off of the car. 

"Gee?" He says quietly.

"Yes?" I ask turning back to look at him as I pulled my phone from my pocket.

"Thank you, f-for talking to me, for asking me out, f-for breaking my heart, for the bruises, and for being strong and telling me when you realized you were in love with someone else. No matter what the world does to you, Gerard, you are an amazing person."