Trigger Warning: Death, car crashes.

When Frank got into the crash, he wasn't thinking, all he knew is that his eyes were on Gerard, for just that split moment. Everything had slowed down, a second was 10, a minute was a day. And when he looked back to the road and the car was heading right towards him, he didn't have time to react.

The car flipped, once, twice, three times, finding its way to the ditch on the side of the road, where Gerard screamed and Frank found himself just as terrified. His seatbelt barely held him in place and the windshield broke, but nothing found its way into the car. He's dizzy, and his head pounds as he tries to catch his breath, his arm in a lot a pain, but adrenaline is coursing through his body so fast he barely notices. Everything is happening, and he can barely catch his breath as panic surges through him.

"Holy shit, fuck!" He manages and looks to Gerard, but he's out. Frank panics, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Gerard!"

There's no reply but Frank barely notices because he's so determined to get his seatbelt off of him and crawl out his side of the car, his stomach on the roof, kicking at the rearview mirror. "Gerard, hold on," He pulls himself out of the car and stands in the tall grass surrounding the car, he can smell smoke and his stomach drops even more. He vaguely hears footsteps behind him and a woman yells, "Oh my god are you okay?"

Frank replies just barely, "He-He's in the car still, there's smoke-" He rushes to Gerard's side and tries to get the door open but it won't budge, "-help, please!"

The woman comes down and reaches Gerard's side, but neither she nor Frank can get the door open and the smoke is getting thicker, Frank begins coughing hard, and the other yells, "We don't have much time, try the other side!"

Frank returns to the driver side of the car, his heart racing, he needs to get Gerard out. "Gerard! Gerard, wake up!"

There's no reply, he sees Gerard's eyes shut, his body limp in the seat, it makes him sick. He crawls back in, the smoke is thickening on the ceiling, they don't have time. Frank struggles with the seatbelt for a good ten seconds they don't have and finally, Gerard's head hits the ceiling and slumps between the seat and the roof. Frank calls for Gerard a few more times and begins tugging him out by his arms.

"We don't have time! You need to get out of the fucking car!" An older, masculine voice calls. Frank doesn't have time to argue or to think. The smoke is suffocating him, Gerard still isn't budging, Frank is going to cry.

"Gerard! Gerard, wake up! WAKE UP!" He's screaming, and he feels hands on his hips pulling him out, "NO! GERARD!"

He's screaming, he's desperate, he needs to get Gerard out, he can't breathe, he can't see. Everything is too loud, too much, too fast, "GERARD! Gerard!"

He's out of the car and being dragged up the hill despite the fact that Gerard is still in the car and he's fighting them off as well as he can. Flames are engulfing the car too fast, everything is happening too fast. "No, STOP!"

Then comes the ringing, it happens before the car even explodes, but he feels the force knock him back slightly, and then a loud boom. He screams, louder than he ever has, his voice is raw. Everything is going so fucking wrong. "No, no, no," He doesn't even hear himself, he just screams, "No, no, fucking no, GERARD! WHAT THE FUCK, NO!"

"I'm so sorry," He barely hears it, he can't. He stops, he's sobbing, he isn't fighting anymore because, despite the fact he wants to, he knows he can't. It's over. Everything is over.

"I'm so, so sorry."

He doesn't know if he's the one to say it or the people behind him. It's just as sincere either way, though.