Song: Demolition Lovers
Artist: My Chemical Romance
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*Continue on with the trigger warning for blood & panic and such.*

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Frank's P.O.V.

I had an awful feeling wirling in my stomach. Seeing Gerard's contact name on my phone screen in the middle of class really didn't help, it just made it worse.

I keep my phone on vibrate, which i was extremely thankful for right now considering i don't get many calls.

I quickly asked the teacher if i could be excused to go to the restroom, getting up quickly when he accepted and walked from the room with my phone still vibrating in my hand. "Hello?"

Silence.

"Hello.. " I tried again, becoming slightly worried at the lack of response.

"F-F.. Frank... " I heard weakly on the other line.

"Gerard? What's wrong?" I blurted, feeling panic rise in my stomach immediately.

For a moment there was nothing but shallow breathing, it sounded like he was trying to catch his breath, until his voice finally came from the other line. "I'm in, I'm in the Bathroom. By art.. I... I can't feel anything... Help me- please." His voice pleaded sounding as painful as It did in my dream, only it sounded a thousand times worse hearing it this unfortunate reality.

"I'm gonna be right there baby! Hang on." I said jogging toward the art hall.

"Call- help. Plea- " He stopped trying to speak after he groaned and choked out a loud wreckless sob.

I broke into a bolt down the corridors toward the bathrooms by the art class.

"Stay with me Gee... I'm calling for help right now. Just stay with me."

I hung up even though it took every ounce of me to do so. I dialed the number and pressed it to my ear more than eagerly, sighing when I heard it.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Send an ambulance to Bellville high school right now! Gerard's in trouble, he could die! Hurry!" I spit out in ome breath, turning down the empty corridor to the art hallway.

"Sir, we'll have an ambulance sent over right away. Just stay calm and don't do anything rashional."

"What the fuck ever just hurry!!!" I screamed.

"Where is your friend?"

"In the bathroom by corridor E. Igottagobye!!" I yelled before hanging up, knowing damn well she would've asked for the address and all those other ridiculous questions. But they can track your location so I wasted no time in ending that call.

As the restroom came into veiw i felt as if i were about to throw up, i was so nervous and wooried. I didn't want to see what i was about to because i knew it couldn't be pretty. Slamming my body into the door as I entered the bathroom, I honestly wish i wouldn't have seen it.

The sight I saw... My heart shattered into a billion poeces and was stomped and then torched into hell.

That was an understatement.

"GERARD!" I screamed running over to him.

All I could see was blood, there was so much blood! I looked at Gerard falling to my knees and grabbing his face, turning his pale head to look at me.

His eyes were barely open, he looked up at me weakly reaching his blood covered hand to cup my left cheek.

"Frankie... " he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I didn't even noticed I was sobbing heavily until he begged me not to cry. Mumbling about how he hates when I cry.

"Gerard, if you can tell me... Please- what happened?" I choked in between sobs.

I reached my hand behind his head, holding his fragile body into my arms.

"He.. He h-hurt me, it hurts! I hate him... Make it stop Frank.. P-Please. He hurt me." he mumbled, his eyes dripping in and out of consciousness.

"Nonono baby stay with me, stay with me please wake up." I said lightly slapping his cheeks hurriedly.

WHERE THE FUCK WAS THIS AMBULANCE?!?!?!

His eyes popped back open to life before beginning to roll out again. He looked like a small child that was fighting to stay awake, trying to deny that they were tired.

"Frank... " he whispered again.

"What is it Sugar, what is it?"

"I love you." He mumbled. I knew What he was thinking, he was thinking he was going to die.

"No no baby don't do that. You'll be fine. Just stay awake. Please!! I love you too but pelase for the love of god please stay with me Gerard! Gerard!"

"I'm so tired Frank... "

The doors suddenly burst open and two paramedics came rushing in.

"I love you so much." He mumbled again before I was being pushed back and they strapped him onto a gurney before pressing a towel to his stomach and rolling him out, the wheels on the bed leaving blood tracks.

I stood there as they rushed out of the school, speeding off to the hospital as I just stood there, I let my gaze fall to the ground.

So much fucking blood.

I noticed then that my clothes were soaked in blood, and my hands, jeans and arms were covered to.

I ran a hand through my hair, not caring they were covered in fresh blood.

I began to run out of the bathroom, immediately noticing the corridor filled with students as I ran out.

They all looked in horror as I came out, covered in blood.

I ignored all of the teachers telling me to stay there as I ran to the big double doors, exiting the school and chasing after the man that was dying in the back of a truck right now.

I Ran all the way to the hospital, finally stopping when I reached the front desk, weezing as I tried to catch my breath.

"Gerard Way."

The receptionist lady typed on her computer, her nails clicking Annoyingly against the keyboard.

"He's in surgery. Its upstairs in the East wing of the hospital. There is another waiting room up there."

"Thank you." I said before running off to find an elevator to get upstairs.

Mikey.

Of fuckfuckfuck!! Mikey will be fucking crushed.

I pulled out my phone, scratching a little bit of dry blood it got on it off, dialing Mikey's number.

"Frank, What the hell?! Ray said you just ditched. Where are you? There are kids in the halls everywhere!" Mikey said as soon as he picked up.

"Come to the hospital now! Hurry your ass up and get over here!" I said.

"Is everything okay?"

"It's Gerard, he's in surgery."

"OhmyfuckingGodI'monmyway!!" He said so fast I almost didn't catch it. He hung up then and I flopped down onto a nearby chair clasping my hands together and leaning over forward.

About twenty minutes later Mikey arrived, Ray following him closely.

"How is he?" Was the first thing he said.

I sighed. "I don't know, I haven't heard anything yet. We're going to be here for hours Mikey... And that's before we even hear anything."

I'd never seen his face drop so quickly, but it soon turned to fear as he looked me up and down.

"I-Is that... Gerard's blood?" He asked, fear evident in his voice.

"There was so fucking much of it, I thought he was dead." I felt tears pricking my eyes again.

He broke into sobs. "Do you know how it happened?"

"Mikey sit down." He did as I asked and I did the same.
"He just mumbled 'He hurt me' but I have a pretty good idea of who it was."

I was crying into my hands again uncontrollably. I forced myself together and took a deep breath wiping my eyes off as I looked at Mikey, who was looking back at me with wide tear stained eyes.

His mouth just hung open like a fish did when it was out of water, trying desperately to gasp for air.

Ray sat down next to him then, putting his arms comfortingly around his shoulders. "He's gonna be okay darling."

Wait- what?

When did this happen!

Okay okay not the time Frank... Not the time.

After a few minutes of silence Mikey stood up, pulling out his phone.

"I.. I gotta call my mom. She'll um, she'll be worried." He mumbled a little too calmly before leaving the room.

"So... " Ray piped up.

"Are you guys... " I said pointing between Ray and the door Mikey just left out of. He nodded.

"Hmm." I said.

"Bert did this?" He asked looking me dead in the eye.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Bert."

"I think so... And I'm gonna fucking slaughter him." I growled.

He nodded angrily in agreement as Mikey returned.

"She's on her way."

He said before sitting down.