(Frank's pov)
  I lifted Y/N off of the floor. She wasn't dead she wasn't dead she isn't dead. I kept cheating to myself that this isn't real she isn't dead. Mikey took her from me as I couldn't think straight. We all ran to the car and drove. Fast.
   We drive over speed limit to the nearest hospital, tears streaming down all of our faces. This wasn't happening but this was only a dream. This wasn't happening. No. Not already.
   She had time, she wasn't dying today. Gerard pulled into the emergency gate and Mikey climbed out with her, me following behind him trying to keep up with his running. "Please help! Someone!" Mikey cried.
   Two nurses ran out and put her onto a bed and rolled her off, not letting us go back. Tears streamed down my face and onto my neck, soaking into the color of my cotton shirt. I looked down to my hand, her name tattooed across it.

  "Close your eyes!! I have a surprise!" I said holding my hands behind my back.
  "You've been gone for hours! What could it possibly be?" she shut and covered her eyes.
    I brought my hand out and told her to open. She covered her mouth. "Frankie! That's my name!" She squealed. "Oh my God!"
   She smiled as I smiled cheekily. "But what if we break up?!" she says almost worryingly.
  "That's why I got it. I know we'll never part because I love you too much to let you leave me."
   "Frankie, I love you too."

  I remember that day, she was mad I got a tattoo without her but then again it was her name. I thought about all the times she came with me to get tattoos and she always laughed at how cool I was during them. Then I remembered her first tattoo.
 
   "I'm scared, hold my hand."
   "I can't, it's being tattooed on our hands!" I laughed at her.
    "Oh yeah. I forgot. Does it hurt?"
    "No Y/N. Hold your hands out and forget it's happening. Just don't move." I pecked her lips and then the tattoos artists came over and started our bookworm tattoos.

  I smiled at myself. I looked up and saw that Gerard and Ray had come in. They stood by us, waiting for addition to see Y/N.
   A doctor came out and shook his head. He didn't even really say much, just "follow me". We did what he said and inside the room lay Y/N, my beautiful Y/N. She looked dead, lifeless. Tubes and bags were connected to her wrists. A mask was around her mouth. Is this really what her life has come to? Or was she dead?
  "She isn't dead, she almost was until we got her hooked up. I don't know when she'll wake up or if she'll wake up at all. The cancer hit overnight and is really working her for every last penny she's got."
   He patted my shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
  "Thank you. It's okay." I looked back at Y/N.
   The doctor left the room and Gerard collapsed on the couch. His eyes were wide open. "My little sister. My God, she's dying in front of my eyes."
   "None of us can believe it." Ray sat next to him.
   "Frank? Are you gonna be okay?" I heard Mikey, but couldn't respond. I couldn't move. Seeing her like this, the love of my life, tore me to shreds inside.
  "Frank? Hey. You okay? Come sit." Mikey's hand was on my shoulder. He took me over and I sat down. I never took my eyes off of Y/N though.
   "Hey, it's not in our hands. We can't control it and it's not your fault." Gerard's voice was heard, but once again I couldn't move.
   Everything felt numb, everything was coming back.

   I sat on the park bench. I had nothing to do, to live for. I was pretty alone. I had my music going, blocking out everything else as an escape.
   "Hey. This seat taken?" I looked up to see a (h/c) girl standing in front of me. She smiled at me.
   "No go ahead."
   "Thanks. I'm Y/N. You?"
   "Frank." Her (e/c) eyes dug into me and made me melt.
   "Nice to meet ya Frank." She smiled one more time and then sighed, putting in her earbuds and relaxing in the bench. Was she like me? Did she use music as an escape?
   "Whatcha listening to?" I spoke up.
   "Um, what people would call emo. Anything in that category." She laughed a little. "Such a stereotype." We said those last three words at the same time.
  She just smiled at me and nodded. "Nice Frankie. Is Frankie okay? You're Frankie now."

   I came back and looked at her. Her (h/c) hair laid across the pillows, the beautiful color fading. I couldn't see her beautiful (e/c) eyes, which tore me up. I loved the way they crinkled up when she laughed or smiled. Her laugh was gorgeous, it was beautiful. Her smile was like curing sadness. It was bright and wonderful and could shake anything away.
  She was amazing and if I lost her, I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
"I'll be back guys". Gerard stepped out. He wiped his face and went down the hall to what I presume is a bathroom.
  Mikey looks at his palms, trying to find a cure in the lines of his hands. Ray just stares at her with sympathy. He didn't want this, no one did. I looked back over to my beautiful love. The heart rate monitor starts acting up and I immediately panic.

(??? pov)
  I gasp for air. I turn over to see the love of my life, my best friend and my twin brother. I sit up and stand, Frank doing the same. I was okay!
   I go over and grab Frank's face. He doesn't look at me. He doesn't react. I touch his face again and my hands go through him. No.
   I look behind me and see my lifeless body laying in the bed. The heart rate monitor is going off and acting up. I wasn't dying was I? I'm not gonna see a reaper like in Supernatural and have them take me away right? Right?!
  I start to panic, which probably wasn't the best idea because the heart rate monitor got worse. Two doctors and a nurse come rushing in, trying to help me. Trying to fix my body. I stand there, invisible, helpless. No one can see me. No one can help me.
   Then I feel it. I look down and my wrists start bleeding and my head starts to hurt. I fall to my knees and grip my forehead. I feel my skin going dry. I look up and see them hook a chemo back up to me. Why do I feel like this? What the hell is happening?!
   Everything feels numb as I see blackness.

(Gerard's Pov)
     I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I start the sink and run water over myself. I splash it into my face. I try to wake myself up from this awful nightmare.
   I sigh in and out. I look over and there she stands. My baby sister is standing right in front on me. She's alive. She's okay. She holds her arms open and I run into them only for her to disappear into thin air.
   I cry, not hard like before, just soft tears. The kind you shed when you don't know what else to do.
   I run my fingers through my black hair. I needed a haircut, but now is not the time to think about that.
   My baby sister was dying of cancer. I couldn't do a damn thing. Not a damn thing. "Damnit." I whisper and throw my arms up to rest on the top of my head.
   "What a big brother I am." I shame myself and tell myself things that only come naturally to me.
   Soon enough I look at myself in the mirror and hate what I see, I can't even look at myself. This was nuts. This couldn't have been happening to her. She was dying, not my baby sister no.
  This was all one giant nightmare. I'll wake up and hear about how her and Frank are so happy. She'll grow up and have kids with Frank and they'll get married and she'll look beautiful in her gown and I'll cry when they do the couples dance. She'll try not to trip over his feet or her own. She'll cry when I make a toast to her and Frank. Then when I hand it over to Mikey, she'll cry even more.
  She's supposed to have a life. She's supposed to grow a family and become happy. Frank's supposed to be happy with her.
   I sigh again and collapse to the ground tears taking over me.

(Frank's pov)
   The doctors rush in and give her more meds and a bag of chemo. They leave after, leaving her looking even more like hell. The chemo seems to be making her more pale and more faded, not more like herself. This was awful to watch. "Guys I'm going home. I can't see her like this." They understood as I left shutting the door behind me.
   I left the building and worked my way to the car. When I turned it on, Y/N's favorite song came on.
   She had requested that when we get married, for it to be our dance. She thought it was special, and for me it was special too. I shut the radio off and started driving home. I was sobbing and crying and then I wasn't watching. I ran a red light and got hit.

(Mikey's pov)
   People rushed down the halls. People were running with a body. I told Ray to stay put but as I was about to go out, a nurse came in and told me that I was needed in another room. I just followed her into a room. I waited until they were done and then went in shocked. I was speechless. Frank was laying there torn up and unconscious. They said it want physically serious, but mentally it could be.  
   Everything was falling apart. I shouldn't have let him go.

(your pov again)
   Frank was leaving when I woke back up. I tried to run after him but was stopped at the automatic doors. I stood there watching him leave. Watching him drive away. I saw him turn and I knew I wouldn't see him again. I was dying quicker than they all thought. I felt like I was skin and bones in this spirit state. I was nothing but an invisible force. I don't know how I was still alive at this point.
   I couldn't believe anything that was happening. Then people rushed through me as they brought someone in. I couldn't see, they were too fast. It probably wasn't anyone I knew anyway. I walked back to my room. "Y/N?" No. No. No. No.
  I turn to see Frankie. He looks pale and torn. He has a cut on his forehead and another bleeding through his gown on his stomach. "No, not you too." He ran up to me and embraced me.
   "What happened?" I asked, sobbing with what little I had left.
   "Car accident. It's okay. I'm okay."
   "No you're not. You're in a coma Frank. That's what this is, a coma."
   He looks at me and then he looks down. "Where's my older brother?"
   He shrugs. "Bathroom?" I run down the hall to the nearest one and run i tot he men's not caring, he couldn't see me anyway.
   "I'm terrible at my job, she's dying. She's dying and I can't do a damn thing." He was terrible to see. He was going through it again, his depression. I remember the first time. Seeing your role model wanting to die isn't exactly a happy moment.
   I covered my mouth and Frank brought me out of there. "We can't do anything can we?" He says. I shake my head no.
   "No one can hear or see us. Just the ones like us."
   He shakes his head. We have to wake up. We have to live Y/N. I know if I wake up and you don't-"
   "Frankie, don't talk like that. It's not in our hands, we can't do anything." I felt it again. I fell to my knees, Frank crouching down next to me. I felt numb all over again and pain courses through my head. Frank lifted my head, "This might be the last time I am do this. I love you Y/N." He kissed me and through all my pain I wrapped my arms around his neck and he kept his hand on my chin.

(Frank's pov)
   I gasped for air as my monitors went off. Doctors rushed down the hall and some came in my room and detach me and make me stable. "You woke up faster than anyone thought. You exceeded our expectations." The doctors explained what had happened.
  They said that once they got my heart beat and oxygen stable I was free to go. It didn't take them long to do so, so I was down the hall in minutes and when I got to the doorway Y/N was sitting up, crying. She was holding onto Mikey's hands, trying to mutter out words. Ray say me first then Mikey and then...her.
  Her eyes went wide and she cried even harder. "It worked." she whispered.
  I walked in and she held her arms open. "Frankie. They said it's gone. I'm gonna be okay." We hugged each other. "I'm gonna stay her until tomorrow afternoon so they can be sure but I mean I'm okay, I'm alive. So are you." She was sobbing through her phrases but she was still holding me tight. I held her tight too. This was never going to be forgotten. Nothing.

   (two week time skip and your pov)
  I was still on meds to make sure everything stayed at bay, but I was okay. The boys were still trying to get over the trauma and so was I. They were trying to continuous writing, but Gerard was on anti-depressant pulls again. She we'd pop our pills together and laugh, joking we were drug addicts, which isn't the most amazing joke, but to us it was the only thing keeping us smiling.
  They ended up writing a song after my events. It was a beautiful song and possibly my new favorite. I sat in the recording studio and listened to my boys play and sing. This is what they loved and I loved it too. I sat back and sighed, happy to be here.