A gun was shot. It was shot at me. But I stood still. Tears welled up with the absence of my lovers hand, knowing exactly what had happened. Slowly, my gaze dropped to him, followed by my body. Just beside him, I sat on my knees. The other boys were trapped by shock, not being able to move.

Gerard lay still on the ground. Crimson liquid leaked from the bullet shaped hole just above the side of his waist. I had barely even realized how big my droopy tears had become as they dripped down my face.

The boy standing in front of me dropped his gun. Flinching, I looked to him. His eyes now wide as he tried to speak, but could not come up with the right things to say. Only short stutters left the boys mouth, mimicking sorrowful words that he just couldn't quite bring himself to reach.

"I... I'm I... uh... um..." My eyes now glued to him, clearly bringing the boy discomfort. Without even thinking, my fingers had began carefully twisting around Gerard's loose hairs.

"You shot him." Was all I said.

"I... I didn't mean to-"

"You shot him!" I cried, "How could you!?" Hugging onto my love's body, the dark haired boy ran out towards us. As soon as his eyes hit Gerard, he slowed down. Then stopped.

"Patrick, what the fuck did you do!?"

"I... I dunno it... it was an accident... I swear I wasn't actually gonna shoot-"

"But you did." I sobbed, Pete brought his gaze to me, now full of sorrow.

"Are you kidding me!? You shot him!? Why the hell did you have the gun, anyways!?"

"I heard them call me a little wimp! I just wanted-"

"Seriously!? They called you some stupid name so you pull a gun at them!? Who does that!?" Patrick shrunk down, embarrassed, and regretful of his actions.

"I'm... I'm sorry! I wasn't actually gonna-"

"Shut up." Frank stated, light tears slowly staining his cheeks.

"What? But I-"

"Shut up! I don't care what you have to say, you shot my best friend! Fuck you."

At this point I had stopped paying attention to what everyone said to the boys. My focus was stuck on Gerard. The bullet wound left tiny burn marks around the edges, just as my bracelet had done.

"Gerard...?" Once I spoke, the yelling stopped, and the attention had shifted to me, "Gerard...?" My cries had soon turned to sobs as I watched over my love, "Gerard!" Without even thinking my body fell over his, holding it close, lovingly as I sobbed. He could be gone... for good... Gerard...

"Y/n..." Mikey stepped closer, but I only held tighter.

"Gerard, no, please..." I sobbed, "Please, no, don't let them take you from me, please, Gerard..."

"Y/n..." Mikey tried again, but I pulled away from him, "Y/n! We have to get him to a hospital and we can't do that with you on top of him."

"I don't wanna leave him..."

"You won't be leaving him, you'll be right there next to him, just like we will."

He held a comforting hand to my back, almost instantly a sense of calmness came over me. Then, Mikey helped me off the ground, without warning, I hugged onto him. Even with this new sense of calm, I couldn't help but to cry away the last of my tears. After a few seconds, he pulled away, somewhat surprised by what I had done.

"I'm sorry, I just, really needed that..." I explained. He sent a reassuring smile, and my gaze went back to the two boys in front of us.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Uhh... I uhm..."

"Get out of my face!" Frank yelled. The blond boy immediately took off running while the dark haired boy stayed, "I said-"

"Guys, I'm really sorry about this. I didn't know Patrick even had a gun. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Can you get us to the nearest hospital?" Mikey asked.

"Yeah! Yeah, I can, I'll get my car." He then ran off. A car!? Since when does someone have a car around here!? Where even is here?

The sounds of a car running came from the side of the home. I watched curiously as a black car pulled out that held a symbol resembling a heart with wings on the hood.

He drove up close, then immediately got out to help put Gerard in the back seat. Ray helped the most with it, I only watched, then sat beside him in the car. Mikey sat up front while Frank, Ray, and I sat in the back with Gerard.

"Will he be okay?" I asked, quietly.

"I dunno..." Ray answered, I haven't heard him speak at all during this whole thing... he doesn't look too good...

"Ray? Are you alright?" I asked, softly. He only shook his head, wanting to say no more. My gaze then shifted to the vampire who lay on the floor of the car. The strange sense of calmness slowly faded as the tears started once more.

"Oh, Gerard..." My hand was held over my mouth again. I spoke no more throughout the drive. He needs to be okay... I need him to be okay...

"We're here, let's get him inside." Pete said, opening the car door. I hadn't even noticed that the driving had stopped. We all got out of the car while Frank and Ray helped Gerard. Holding him with one arm each supporting him.

They rushed him inside before I could even speak. Still standing outside, Mikey stood beside me.

"Mikey?" He looked to me, but my eyes were on the ground, "Is he gonna be okay?"

"Honestly, I have no idea," Bitting my lip, I desperately held back more tears, but they spilled anyways, "That bullet should've been taken by me."

"What?" He asked, surprised.

"That bullet was aimed at me. It should've been me. He took that bullet for me."

"Y/n, it wouldn't have been any better if it were you in there."

"But it would've been! He could actually die because of me. This time, he could actually be gone and it's all my fault. If we had never been together all this madness wouldn't have happened..."

"Y/n..."

"He would've been okay..."

"Y/n..."

"Everything would be okay..."

"Y/n!" My gaze went to the boy beside me, "You seriously think that? That he'd be better off not knowing you?" I nodded, teary eyed, even if I only half meant it, Mikey chuckled, "You've got it all wrong."

"But-"

"You're the best thing that's happened to my brother in a really long time. When we go out he will not shut up about you. He loves you so much, it literally kills him. All he ever wants to do is be with you, and when he's not, he only wants to talk about you."

"But, what about everything that's happened?"

"Whenever shit like this happens, Gerard makes a choice. He can either stay home, pretend everything's fine, or, risk everything to save the one he loves. He doesn't give a shit about what sorta chaos you get into, he'll run in full force if it means being with you for one more second. All he wants is for you to be happy, and safe," Mikey smiled, "I've never seen him so attached to someone that wasn't me."

"He always would say things like that to me," I giggled thinking back, "He'd say he'd save me a million times if it meant he got to be with me for one more second." My gaze then lifted to the stars.

"We should probably join the others..."

"Yeah..." But we didn't move. My eyes were now glued to the heavens. The stars look beautiful tonight... how long has it been since I've seen them? I've missed it...

"Y'know what else he said?" I smirked.

"What?" Mikey asked, curiously.

"He said you guys would be there for me too." My gaze shifted back to Mikey, who smiled.

"Of course we are, c'mon, let's head inside now." I took one last look at the stars and sighed.

"Alright..." Finally, we walked inside the hospital, immediately spotting Frank, Ray, and Pete sat in the waiting room. Each one looked more miserable than the last.

"Where'd you two go?" Asked Frank, somewhat annoyed. Not necessarily at us, just, at the current situation.

"We just hung around the parking lot." Mikey explained, taking a seat, so I sat next to him.

"Do you think we should maybe take her home?" Frank asked, Go home? I don't wanna go home... Gerard needs me... I can't go home...

"Yeah probably, Y/n, I'll take-" Pete started, but I interrupted him.

"I don't wanna go home," Their eyes were on me, "What if Gerard needs me? I can't just, leave him."

"You can come back in the morning..."

"I wanna stay. I wanna stay with you guys." They each looked to each other for a moment.

"You sure you don't wanna go home?" Mikey asked, I nodded, "Alright, I don't care if she stays."

"Aight..." Frank said, leaning back in his seat, "It's gonna be a long night, though."

"Already feels like a long night, why not add onto it?" Said Pete, also relaxing in his chair.

The boys stopped talking and before I knew it, my eyes began to feel droopy. Thoughts only on Gerard, I rested my head in hand with my elbow sat on the arm rest. Finally, I gave in, and fell asleep.

"Y/n..." A voice spoke, softly, "Y/n..." My body shifted slightly, then a different voice spoke.

"Y/n, wake up!" I was shook, roughly. My eyes opened wide, as Frank took his hands off me. He still scares me...

My fingers trembled as he gazed at me with irritated eyes. Mikey held a softer look, one that was more comforting, less scary.

"They're letting us go in and see him. You'd like to come, right?" Mikey asked.

"Of course." I smiled, standing up and stretching for a moment before walking down the long hallway of rooms. I hope he's okay... all my dreams were of him... they're letting us see him, so he must be somewha-

But my thoughts were cut off when we entered his hospital room. Machines and wires had been attached. The bullet wound had been patched up, but he still looked, almost terrifying. His eyes weren't open, and his breathing had become even slower than normal. My fingers had covered my lips once more.

"Gerard...?" I whispered, tears stinging my eyes, once again. My eyes were forced to look away from my love, it only hurt worse. The boys behind me had stood silent. Then, the sound of angry foot steps rang loud. Turning around, Frank had gone off.

"Frank! Frank, where are you going!?" Ray asked, but he stayed silent, "I'm gonna..." He pointed to him, then ran off.

"Ugh... shit!" Pete murmured behind us, we both turned around, "I gotta... Patrick... I gotta go..." And I was left with Mikey, again. Better than being stuck with Frank...

"I'm sorry about Frank. This is hitting him hard."

"It's fine," My eyes went back to Gerard, forcing myself to walk in, and sit beside him, even if it hurt to see him this way, "He looks, so..." I struggled to find the word.

"Empty, gone, unnatural..." Mikey said, taking a seat next to me.

"You think he'll be okay?"

"He has to be, he always pulls through. Always." Now that I was closer, the details become more obvious. His hair was in shambles, his skin was paler than usual, everything just seemed so, off.

Now that we're actually in here, it's harder to say he might not make it... he's right there... even if he's not all there... he's still... breathing...

The room was silent as more tears stained my face. My eyes, then shifted to his hand. Without even thinking, I put mine over it.

Freezing... so much colder than usual... when my fingers met his, they were always colder, but never enough to force mine away... oh, Gerard...

"Oh, Gerard, my darling..." I hadn't even realized I said that out loud.

"He'll be fine. I know he'll be." Mikey held a comforting hand to my arm, in an instant another strange sense of calmness took over me. The tears were gone, but my mind was still focused on him.

"Did Gerard ever tell you how we met?"

"I think so, but I don't remember." I grind thinking back.

"I was riding home on my bike and I wasn't paying attention," I sniffed, "So I ran into a bush," Mikey chuckled, "Yeah, I know," I giggled, "He offered to help me, but I freaked out. At the time, I still thought vampires were bad. In school we're taught to stay away from you guys. Taught that, we should hide away, run if we see one. But, he showed me that, you guys aren't that bad."

"Yeah, we're taught basically the same thing about humans. They say you guys only wanna hunt us and eradicate our species."

"When I first met you guys, I thought for sure you were gonna eat me." He chuckled.

"Eat you!? Is that what they tell you we do?"

"Yeah, they'd tell us stories of people getting their blood sucked and then devoured. It was pretty traumatic stuff for a room full of second graders. Especially the stuff on werewolves."

"Well, what they told us in school about werewolves was actually pretty accurate. I've never had a good encounter with a werewolf."

"Gerard saved me from a werewolf."

"Yeah? I think he told me about that."

"Yeah, I was knocked off my bike and Gerard came to my rescue. But, because he was a vampire, I freaked out, again."

"Damn, you rejected him twice?" I giggled.

"Three if you count the time he bit me."

"Wow, you two really have been through a lot, huh?"

"I guess we have," I began playing with the end of my shirt, "It's weird to think about it all. Just two months ago I was single, vampirephobic, and only talked to Josh."

"Seriously? Only Josh?"

"Well, I talked to my coworkers. But it's not like we're friends or anything."

"Sounds lonely..."

"It was, but I got you guys now!" He smiled.

"Yeah..." The room went quiet again. A sense of sadness wafted through the room. Our thoughts on the same things, he better be okay... thinking back on everything... what would my life be like without him?

But I didn't want to think about that. Neither one of us wanted to, yet, it was there. In our minds. Terrifying us like no other. He's got to be okay...

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Level up: you have bonded with Mikey. Idk what that was I promise it was a lot funnier in my head. What do you guys thinks gonna happen? Will anything happen to Patrick? Will Gerard be okay? I sure hope so. Oh yea and if any of you guys liked my Hey Angel Face book uhhhhh I have a lil smthn smthn comin up soonnnnn keep an eye out for itttt so yeah. Have an epic day~peace out cheesebags