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Everything Is In The Garbage
By XxOur_Lady_Of_SorrowsxX

 


Gerard's POV

I woke up in a place that I didn't know. It was dark and eerie. Just like my nightmare. I screamed and dived under the bedcovers, crying out for someone, anyone. Soon enough, although it felt like eternity to me, I heard the door bang and someone called out my name.

`Where am I?!' I demanded.

`You're in hospital.' A cool, calming voice stated. `Don't worry; you're fine.' I let out a sigh of relief. And then it hit me.

`What? Why am I in hospital?'

`You were intoxicated and well, can you remember anything?' The calming voice asked. I emerged from the warm, dark covers into the bright light. I blinked and after a while my sight was returned to me. I saw that the cool, calming voice was of a woman's and she was wearing pink scrubs. Her hair was black with purple streaks and it was tied up in a bun. I concentrated on her question.

Could I remember anything?

The answer was a big no. The only things I could remember were seeing Frank and Annie dancing and the jealousy…then it all went black and I couldn't remember anything from then `til now.

`Erm.' I shivered, frightened of my lack of memory. `No. Not really. Why?' Now I was just worried, confused and questioning many things.

`You had a heart attack Mr. Way.' She plainly stated, with a blank look on her face. But then, as I gasped, her facial expression changed altogether. Now, it was a concerning one, like she'd known me for years and I'd just sobbed into her shoulder about something big. `Shh.' She tried to comfort me as best as she could. Which wasn't good at all. Although, her intentions were good, her actions weren't showing it. If I'd been an idiot, which I was slightly, I wouldn't have caught on what she was doing. Suddenly, which I have to admit, took me by surprise, she moved to sit next to me and held my hand, slowly caressing it ever-so often.

`Wha-what are you doing?' My breathing had went from calm and relaxed, to feeling my heart in my mouth and short, fast gasps for air.

`I'm comforting you.' I stared at her for a while. `Oh. Is it not helping?' She asked in her sugar-sweet voice. I shook my head.

`No. It's fucking not.' I snapped. Wow, I surprised myself with my anger. `I'm sorry.' I muttered in a lower and kinder tone.

`It's fine Mr. Way. It's not uncommon for a heart attack survivor's actions and responses to be different from what they normally do.' I nodded solemnly. `Do you want me to call a family member for you? A friend?' She asked kindly. I nodded.

`Yeah. Do you have a phone that I can use.' She nodded. `One that I don't have to get up for?' I asked, praying that I didn't have to get up, because, frankly, I just couldn't be assed.

`Yes sir. I'll just get it.' She turned around and walked out of the door, not even waiting for my answer. Well, at least this gave me time to think.

Why did I have the heart attack?

Who put me here; in this hospital?

Was it Frank?

Was it Mikey?

What the hell happened?

Millions of thoughts went off in my head. All transferred from each of my emotions. Everything was unreal, I thought.

`Mr. Way?' The nurse had returned.

`Yeah?' I asked.

`Here's the phone you asked for.' She held out her right hand with the phone in it.

`Thank you.' I flashed my nicest smile back at her. She smiled too, showing her gleaming white teeth.

`Right. I'll go, Mr Way. So you can have the conversation in private.' I nodded as she left. And immediately dialled Frank's number. I needed him right now.

`Hello?' A voice distraught with worry answered.

`Frank it's Gee.'

`Oh my god. Gee!' Frank said, sounding light and cheerful.

`Yup. It's me.' I thought I'd cut right to the chase. `Why am I in hospital?'

`You had a heart attack.' Frank plainly replied. He had an emotion in his voice, but I just couldn't decipher it.

`I know that. But what happened?' I sighed, playing with the flimsy sheets around me.

`Well. According to Mikes…wait a minute, do you want to talk to Mikey? He's right here. Although, I'd have to wake him.'

`What do you mean you'd have to wake him?' I asked.

`Oh, he called me from your apartment and I made him sleep at mine.'

`Ok-wait. Why was he at my apartment?' I demanded, starting to get suspicious.

Silence.

`Well.' Frank breathed out heavily. `I don't think I'm the one to tell you this.'

`Tell me Frankie.'

`Oh, alright. But it's your fault if I get assassinated by Mikey.' I chuckled; it was amazing Frank could still have a sense of humour in a situation like this. `Look. Don't take this the wrong way but-` I cut him short.

`But what?'

`Your roommates, Tom and Andy, are erm, dead.' I gasped. Tom. Andy. My eyes filled with tears. They were there for me when I needed them. They even knew I was gay.

`W-what?'

`I'm so sorry Gee.' Frank apologized.

`Don't be. It's not your fault.' There was the horrible sinking feeling I'd been waiting for; the horrible stick in the back of my throat, the feeling that something very bad was going to happen.

`Gee?'

`Yeah?' I asked, almost choking on my words, my heart was pounding so fast it was almost in my mouth. No, it was in my mouth, I could feel it.

`Can I tell you something?' I could hear his breathing, god, he was nervous.

`Of course. Shoot.' My hand found my hair and started to brush through it, I was nervous too.

`Well. I don't know how to tell you this. Because, well, because, I don't know.'

`You don't know what?' I asked, totally dumbfounded.

`How to tell you this.'

`How to tell me what?' Then, I heard the words `Oh fuck it' quietly. This just confused me even more than before.

`I love you.'

 

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