Self Employed Chemist[6/]
Title: Self Employed Chemist[6/]
Author: i_am_the_broken
Pairing: Ferard
Rating: …Drugs, and sexual tendencies….
Disclaimer: No.
Summary: After finally moving past the drama of getting together the boys move in together but nothing could prepare them for the reality that is out to fuck them over.
[A/N]: Tada! Here we go! Dun, dun, duh!!!
[Previous Chapters Behind The Cut]
Frank I Need Your Help
You Don’t Fall Out Of Love With Someone
Early Morning Cigarette Fight
Fuck You Frank
The Sharpest Lives Can Fade
The ER halls were bustling with movement, nurses weaving in and out of the path of the gurney. A tall dark haired doctor followed behind stiffly talking with one of the paramedics from the scene. “What’s his condition?” the doctor asked. The young med walked awkwardly beside her desperately trying to keep up with her fast pace.
“Uh-uh, he’s uh on the edge of comatose. He, ah um he um overdosed.” The medic stuttered quickly nearly tripping over himself. The doctor shot him a hard glance, “I can see that, on what is what I need to know.” The young man looked at her meekly.
“Uh, I-we don’t know”, He squeaked out.
“You don’t know? Well who the hell called for help?” She gritted out. Newbies were such a pain in the ass. She gripped her clipboard tighter to keep from hitting the idiot beside her.
“Well uh the brother-” She cut him off, “And what did he say?” the hall was empty the, gurney being pushed into the first spare room a moment ago. She side-glanced at him; waiting for an answer. She heard him swallow he before decided on giving her a response, “I-uh I didn’t ask.”
The doctor spun on him quickly pinning him to the wall by the throat with her forearm glaring coldly at him. “You didn’t ask. That boy’s life is in your hands and you didn’t ask? If he dies because we don’t know what the fuck is in his system, so help me god, I will have your license and make positive you won’t be able to get a job mopping up vomit in a clinic. Do you understand me?” Her voice was low, her face mere inches from his. This was her hospital and there is no room for mistakes.
He nodded his head frantically, “Ye-yes Dr. Ballato!” She yanked her arm away, allowing the young med to breath normally again. He gasped and gripped his throat, coughing. She spun on her heal, headed towards the room; the boy staring at her back as she walked away.
Dr. Ballato entered the room to see her patient lying still in the bed. The nurses on her team worked swiftly at getting everything hooked up. She took a quick glance at her clipboard to find his name. “Gerard, Gerard Way,” she thought. The intense shrill of the heart monitor went off, Gerard’s body jerking. “He’s going into cardiac-arrest,” she shouted over the screaming of the machine. She shoved her clipboard into the hands of nurse. “Shock him, get the defibrillator,” she called to one of the senior nurses. Dr. Ballato grabbed the scissors from the nurse at her right cutting Gerard’s shirt down the middle to expose his chest.
“Clear!”
***
Mikey and Frank were coming up fast on the hospital. Mikey was crying silently, just letting the tears slide down his cheeks. Frank anxiously ran his fingers through his hair. “Can’t we go any faster Mikes?” He asked desperately, seeing the hospital so near but yet so far.
Mikey shook his head sadly, “Not unless we want the cops to pull us over, and I’m carrying a fucking felony in here.” Frank looked at him, realization taking over. Mikey motioned to the arm rest with his eyes. Frank opened it seeing the bag full of the cursed substance. “Frank?” Mikey questioned. It was no doubt they were addicted and it was no doubt that they both wanted to make the pain go away with a fix.
“I want to Mikey but,” he sighed, “We-we can’t. This is the reason Gee’s in the hospital.” Mikey nodded in agreement, eyes trained on the parking lot trying to find a parking space. Frank noticed his friend’s hands were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. He rested his hand on Mikey’s as a comforting gesture though he didn’t even know himself if Gerard would be okay.
Mikey pulled into a small space in the middle of the parking lot. Putting it in park he looked at Frank fully for the first time since they left the apartment complex. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” Mikey asked. Frank looked at him sadly and muttered, “I don’t know, Mikes, I don’t know.”
Mikey took a deep breath pushing his glasses further up on his nose. He glanced at the arm console, mentally debating on whether or not to give in to his addiction. He was already starting to get the shakes from not having had a fix since the early morning before school. His hands were clammy and his arms were starting to itch.
Mikey reached down for the baggie. Frank grabbed his hand keeping him from it. “Frank I need it.” Frank looked at him pleading with silent eyes not to make him have to be the strong one, but it went on deaf eyes. “We’ll never be able to stay awake and alert for Gerard. This will be the last time Frank and then we’ll go off cold, but I- I” Mikey broke down falling into Frank sobbing, “I can’t do it Frank, I can handle this.” Frank wrapped his arms around Mikey’s shuddering body, rubbing circles on his back.
“I know Mikes, I know,” he whispered into the younger boy’s ear, placing a light kiss on the top of his head. He looked toward the hospital entrance, the sky dark and foreboding around it. “If we’re going to do this Mikes we better do it now while no one is out.”
Mikey sniffed and pushed his glasses up on his face again, nodding. He pulled the bag from the console, dumping four sloppy lines out on the dashboard. Mikey pulled his wallet out to get his driver’s license. He brushed them up until they were perfectly shaped. He glanced at Frank making sure his friend hadn’t changed his mind. Frank nodded.
Mikey leant his head down plugging one side of his nose, snorting one line, coming up to rub his nose. He sniffed a couple times before going down to do the other fat line he had put out. He felt the burn go through his nose waiting for the high to hit him. He looked to Frank again, who hesitated before giving in to his urge.
Frank looked up at Mikey, sharing a sad glance before moving to get out of the car. Their pace to the entrance was quick and silent; the cold air biting at their skin considering both of them had forgotten them in the car.
The glass doors slid open when they neared, rushing to the front desk nervously. “Uh, miss?” A black haired young nurse looked up at them smiling. “It’s Kitty dear. How may I help you?” she chimed brightly. Frank felt himself tearing her face apart with his eyes, disgusted how someone who could be so cheery in such a morbid place. Mikey noticed his intense death glare and pinched him under the counter. Frank yelped, quickly shutting up when he saw Mikey’s own death gaze.
“I’m looking for a Gerard Way. I’m his brother, Mikey, and this is his uh this is his boyfriend, Frank.” Mikey stated chewing uneasily at his stubbed fingernails. The young nurse’s face went solemn. They watched as she shuffled around through some papers. Finding what she needed she turned back to them.
“Dr. Ballato wants to see you immediately.” Here’s the paper you’ll need to get into emergency one.” She handed them the paper after signing it. “I’d hurry if I were you; she’s a very impatient woman.” Frank and Mikey nodded hurrying to the elevator.
“Not the elevator shit again,” Frank moaned pressing the button continuously. Mikey grabbed Frank’s hand and held it steady in his own. “Calm down Frankie,” Mikey said shakily not believing his own words.
The elevator ride seemed to take forever. When it dinged at their floor they shoved through mills of scattering people. They found themselves talking to another sugar sweet nurse at the front desk on the emergency one floor. Mikey repeated his story, “I’m looking for Gerard Way, I’m his brother Mikey Way and this is his boyfriend Frank Iero, then nurse downstairs, Kitty, sent us up here saying Dr. Ballato? Yeah Dr. Ballato, she wanted to speak with us immediately.” This was getting old already and precious time was slipping by.
She buzzed the door open for the two to pass; the doors closing behind them. Mikey looked down at Frank looking for support, the high of the cocaine just making the feeling of worry more intense. Frank took Mikey’s hand in his, “Mikes, we can’t just stand here, we have to find Dr. Ballato. She’s in room 43 with Gee. If anything, Gee needs us right now, even,” he blinked back the tears, “Even if he’s not aware we’re even with him.”
Mikey nodded and looked down the hall and sighed heavily. His heart hung heavy in his chest and the pit of his stomach felt like it was going to drop out. His legs began to move down the hall. His hand was still tight in Frank’s grip. He didn’t Frank pulling away and god knows he needed the comfort. Mikey thanked Frank for the gesture, small as it may be, he felt like he wasn’t alone in this. That he wasn’t going to take the news on only his shoulders.
Every room they passed Frank looked in seeing the patients, some brutally burned, while others horribly broken. He winced to himself knowing Gerard was in just as much danger of death as any of these nameless. He counted the rooms to himself, “ 34…35…36…37…38…” He felt his stomach lurch as the numbers neared 43. “39…40…41…42”
A shout of “All clear” reverberated through his ears. Mikey’s grip on his hand tightened, obviously thinking the same thing he was. Gerard. They whipped their heads towards each other, fright evident in both of their eyes.
They braced themselves for the worst was they stepped into the doorway of room 43. Mikey saw Gerard’s limp body arching of the bed with every shock to his heart. Tears filled his eyes again, spilling over, his breath quickening until it was coming in short rasps. “Frank,” he gasped stumbling back onto the hall wall opposite the entry to the room. Frank stood in front of Mikey, his hands on his best friend’s shoulders.
“Mikes, breathe! Breathe Mikey, in and out. Slow breaths, come on,” Frank spoke pleadingly to his asthmatic friend, looking around him to make sure no one was watching. Frank was paranoid about everyone around him; it was the drugs that changed him like this.
Mikey nodded his head but couldn’t deepen any of his breaths. He scratched his hands roughly; terrified he couldn’t get a breath. The fear set in and his breaths got more and more shallow. Fear his brother was too far gone to be saved. Fear that he would join him because he left his fucking inhaler in the car. Fear his parents would hate him for Gerard’s death. Fear that Frank was going to leave him to suffocate to death. Everything was fear. He groaned painfully; his tears still falling.
Frank shifted from foot to foot, not knowing what to do. His eyes shot around the hall making sure no one had started watching them if they hadn’t been before. Frank shook Mikey by the shoulders, “Calm down Mikey!” His voice was growing more and more panicked, “Come on, Mikey please calm down. I’m here; I-I-I I’m not leaving just please calm down.”
Frank grabbed Mikey’s hand, sandwiching it between his two and holding it to his cheek. Frank was out of ideas to help Mikey without having an inhaler. “Mike’s if you don’t calm the fuck down I’m going to give you mouth to mouth,” Frank threatened. Mikey’s lips twitched upward, his breathing becoming less strained.
“Please don’t,” Mikey choked out. Frank dropped his hands to his side letting Mikey have his own back. Frank looked over his shoulder at the room. A dark haired woman stood in the door way watching with observant eyes. She wore a white blouse tucked into a high-waisted navy blue knee-length pleated skirt and a long white coat, a medical ID pinned to her coat pocket.
“I take it one of you is Gerard’s brother?” The woman spoke, her eyes never wavering their stern tone. It was life or death; there would be no room for hand holding and soft words, not until her patient’s life was secured.
Mikey raised his hand coughing into his arm, “That’s me, Mikey Way and this is his boyfriend Frank Iero.” Mikey pushed his glasses his up his face, something he’d done at least a dozen times in the past twenty minutes.
“Dr. Ballato,” she said. Mikey offered his hand to her, like the gentleman his mother raised him to be. She ignored it,”Pleasantries later”, She was sure they were perfectly nice people but again, patients first. Mikey’s hand hung in the air for a moment before he dropped it to his side. “I need to know what your brother overdosed on or he’s is going to go into a comatose and either never wake up or die.”
Mikey looked to Frank who just nodded. Mikey couldn’t bring himself to look at Dr. Ballato whose gaze was fixed on them. Frank took over for Mikey not wanting him to have another attack, “Cocaine”, Frank started before adding hastily, “But he got it from me and it’s not his fault please don’t put the cops out on him. If anything let them ride my ass.” His voice was pleading as were his eyes.
The doctor stepped back into the room a yell of “Cocaine overdose, get him fixed on-” then it was muffled to Frank’s ears. Frank turned his head to be confronted with Mikey’s wide eyes. “You’re going to what!?! Frank, you, are an idiot!” Mikey yelled at him.
Frank just bit his nails, “I know I know but Gerard has a future, I don’t. I’m just some fucked up junkie and aspiring musician. Gerard has talents! I would never be able to live with myself if I took that from him.” Frank said softly in-between ripping pieces of nail from his fingers with his teeth.
Dr. Ballato returned to them, “Now that we know what to treat him for he should make a recovery, but nothing can be certain until his heart rate stabilizes, there could still be complications and possible brain damage. After which we have to detox him from the cocaine so he won’t have any cravings for the drug and relapse.” Frank and Mikey let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.
“When can we see him?” Mikey asked quickly, shifting from foot to foot, to antsy to keep still. The doctor glanced over her shoulder into the room and shrugged. “Whenever you choose to, however I must advise only one at a time so not to overwhelm him, we don’t know what exactly he is aware of at this point. He is unconscious but it wouldn’t be a first to be aware of everything around him, and too much excitement could spike his already fluctuating heart rate.”
Mikey looked at Frank for permission to go first and got a nod in return. Frank watched Mikey walk into the room to his brother, making sure he was out of earshot before continuing a conversation with Dr. Ballato. “Are you going to notify the authorities?” Frank asked.
“Fuck cops.” She smiled for the first time since they met. “However, I want a drug test from you that will test negative drugs.” Her face was serious this time around. There was no joking hint to her eyes. Frank swallowed loudly, scratching his thumb with his fingers.
“Negative for which drugs?” he asked carefully. “Not everything please not everything, there is no way I can give up coke and pot at the same time!”
“Everything,” She ignored the disappointed look on Frank’s face and continued, “So I suggest you check into rehab, or go cold turkey otherwise I will have to notify them, no matter how much I wish they would butt the fuck out.”
“Frank!” Mikey called. Frank looked over the doctor’s shoulders at Mikey. “You’re turn. I’m going to get some coffee, I’ll grab you one too.” Mikey walked off down the hall to the elevator before disappearing around a corner, Dr. Ballato taking her leave, going the opposite way Mikey had gone to check on her other patients.
Frank just stared at the door, fear ripping through his body. If Gerard could potentially be aware of his surroundings, would he still be mad at him. Would his presence make his heart rate go off the chart, or would Gerard just stay in his sound sleep and let Frank hold him. He stood in the doorway and wrung his hands nervously while his beauty lay silently the only sound was the machines he was hooked up to.
Author: i_am_the_broken
Pairing: Ferard
Rating: …Drugs, and sexual tendencies….
Disclaimer: No.
Summary: After finally moving past the drama of getting together the boys move in together but nothing could prepare them for the reality that is out to fuck them over.
[A/N]: Tada! Here we go! Dun, dun, duh!!!
[Previous Chapters Behind The Cut]
Frank I Need Your Help
You Don’t Fall Out Of Love With Someone
Early Morning Cigarette Fight
Fuck You Frank
The Sharpest Lives Can Fade
The ER halls were bustling with movement, nurses weaving in and out of the path of the gurney. A tall dark haired doctor followed behind stiffly talking with one of the paramedics from the scene. “What’s his condition?” the doctor asked. The young med walked awkwardly beside her desperately trying to keep up with her fast pace.
“Uh-uh, he’s uh on the edge of comatose. He, ah um he um overdosed.” The medic stuttered quickly nearly tripping over himself. The doctor shot him a hard glance, “I can see that, on what is what I need to know.” The young man looked at her meekly.
“Uh, I-we don’t know”, He squeaked out.
“You don’t know? Well who the hell called for help?” She gritted out. Newbies were such a pain in the ass. She gripped her clipboard tighter to keep from hitting the idiot beside her.
“Well uh the brother-” She cut him off, “And what did he say?” the hall was empty the, gurney being pushed into the first spare room a moment ago. She side-glanced at him; waiting for an answer. She heard him swallow he before decided on giving her a response, “I-uh I didn’t ask.”
The doctor spun on him quickly pinning him to the wall by the throat with her forearm glaring coldly at him. “You didn’t ask. That boy’s life is in your hands and you didn’t ask? If he dies because we don’t know what the fuck is in his system, so help me god, I will have your license and make positive you won’t be able to get a job mopping up vomit in a clinic. Do you understand me?” Her voice was low, her face mere inches from his. This was her hospital and there is no room for mistakes.
He nodded his head frantically, “Ye-yes Dr. Ballato!” She yanked her arm away, allowing the young med to breath normally again. He gasped and gripped his throat, coughing. She spun on her heal, headed towards the room; the boy staring at her back as she walked away.
Dr. Ballato entered the room to see her patient lying still in the bed. The nurses on her team worked swiftly at getting everything hooked up. She took a quick glance at her clipboard to find his name. “Gerard, Gerard Way,” she thought. The intense shrill of the heart monitor went off, Gerard’s body jerking. “He’s going into cardiac-arrest,” she shouted over the screaming of the machine. She shoved her clipboard into the hands of nurse. “Shock him, get the defibrillator,” she called to one of the senior nurses. Dr. Ballato grabbed the scissors from the nurse at her right cutting Gerard’s shirt down the middle to expose his chest.
“Clear!”
***
Mikey and Frank were coming up fast on the hospital. Mikey was crying silently, just letting the tears slide down his cheeks. Frank anxiously ran his fingers through his hair. “Can’t we go any faster Mikes?” He asked desperately, seeing the hospital so near but yet so far.
Mikey shook his head sadly, “Not unless we want the cops to pull us over, and I’m carrying a fucking felony in here.” Frank looked at him, realization taking over. Mikey motioned to the arm rest with his eyes. Frank opened it seeing the bag full of the cursed substance. “Frank?” Mikey questioned. It was no doubt they were addicted and it was no doubt that they both wanted to make the pain go away with a fix.
“I want to Mikey but,” he sighed, “We-we can’t. This is the reason Gee’s in the hospital.” Mikey nodded in agreement, eyes trained on the parking lot trying to find a parking space. Frank noticed his friend’s hands were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. He rested his hand on Mikey’s as a comforting gesture though he didn’t even know himself if Gerard would be okay.
Mikey pulled into a small space in the middle of the parking lot. Putting it in park he looked at Frank fully for the first time since they left the apartment complex. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” Mikey asked. Frank looked at him sadly and muttered, “I don’t know, Mikes, I don’t know.”
Mikey took a deep breath pushing his glasses further up on his nose. He glanced at the arm console, mentally debating on whether or not to give in to his addiction. He was already starting to get the shakes from not having had a fix since the early morning before school. His hands were clammy and his arms were starting to itch.
Mikey reached down for the baggie. Frank grabbed his hand keeping him from it. “Frank I need it.” Frank looked at him pleading with silent eyes not to make him have to be the strong one, but it went on deaf eyes. “We’ll never be able to stay awake and alert for Gerard. This will be the last time Frank and then we’ll go off cold, but I- I” Mikey broke down falling into Frank sobbing, “I can’t do it Frank, I can handle this.” Frank wrapped his arms around Mikey’s shuddering body, rubbing circles on his back.
“I know Mikes, I know,” he whispered into the younger boy’s ear, placing a light kiss on the top of his head. He looked toward the hospital entrance, the sky dark and foreboding around it. “If we’re going to do this Mikes we better do it now while no one is out.”
Mikey sniffed and pushed his glasses up on his face again, nodding. He pulled the bag from the console, dumping four sloppy lines out on the dashboard. Mikey pulled his wallet out to get his driver’s license. He brushed them up until they were perfectly shaped. He glanced at Frank making sure his friend hadn’t changed his mind. Frank nodded.
Mikey leant his head down plugging one side of his nose, snorting one line, coming up to rub his nose. He sniffed a couple times before going down to do the other fat line he had put out. He felt the burn go through his nose waiting for the high to hit him. He looked to Frank again, who hesitated before giving in to his urge.
Frank looked up at Mikey, sharing a sad glance before moving to get out of the car. Their pace to the entrance was quick and silent; the cold air biting at their skin considering both of them had forgotten them in the car.
The glass doors slid open when they neared, rushing to the front desk nervously. “Uh, miss?” A black haired young nurse looked up at them smiling. “It’s Kitty dear. How may I help you?” she chimed brightly. Frank felt himself tearing her face apart with his eyes, disgusted how someone who could be so cheery in such a morbid place. Mikey noticed his intense death glare and pinched him under the counter. Frank yelped, quickly shutting up when he saw Mikey’s own death gaze.
“I’m looking for a Gerard Way. I’m his brother, Mikey, and this is his uh this is his boyfriend, Frank.” Mikey stated chewing uneasily at his stubbed fingernails. The young nurse’s face went solemn. They watched as she shuffled around through some papers. Finding what she needed she turned back to them.
“Dr. Ballato wants to see you immediately.” Here’s the paper you’ll need to get into emergency one.” She handed them the paper after signing it. “I’d hurry if I were you; she’s a very impatient woman.” Frank and Mikey nodded hurrying to the elevator.
“Not the elevator shit again,” Frank moaned pressing the button continuously. Mikey grabbed Frank’s hand and held it steady in his own. “Calm down Frankie,” Mikey said shakily not believing his own words.
The elevator ride seemed to take forever. When it dinged at their floor they shoved through mills of scattering people. They found themselves talking to another sugar sweet nurse at the front desk on the emergency one floor. Mikey repeated his story, “I’m looking for Gerard Way, I’m his brother Mikey Way and this is his boyfriend Frank Iero, then nurse downstairs, Kitty, sent us up here saying Dr. Ballato? Yeah Dr. Ballato, she wanted to speak with us immediately.” This was getting old already and precious time was slipping by.
She buzzed the door open for the two to pass; the doors closing behind them. Mikey looked down at Frank looking for support, the high of the cocaine just making the feeling of worry more intense. Frank took Mikey’s hand in his, “Mikes, we can’t just stand here, we have to find Dr. Ballato. She’s in room 43 with Gee. If anything, Gee needs us right now, even,” he blinked back the tears, “Even if he’s not aware we’re even with him.”
Mikey nodded and looked down the hall and sighed heavily. His heart hung heavy in his chest and the pit of his stomach felt like it was going to drop out. His legs began to move down the hall. His hand was still tight in Frank’s grip. He didn’t Frank pulling away and god knows he needed the comfort. Mikey thanked Frank for the gesture, small as it may be, he felt like he wasn’t alone in this. That he wasn’t going to take the news on only his shoulders.
Every room they passed Frank looked in seeing the patients, some brutally burned, while others horribly broken. He winced to himself knowing Gerard was in just as much danger of death as any of these nameless. He counted the rooms to himself, “ 34…35…36…37…38…” He felt his stomach lurch as the numbers neared 43. “39…40…41…42”
A shout of “All clear” reverberated through his ears. Mikey’s grip on his hand tightened, obviously thinking the same thing he was. Gerard. They whipped their heads towards each other, fright evident in both of their eyes.
They braced themselves for the worst was they stepped into the doorway of room 43. Mikey saw Gerard’s limp body arching of the bed with every shock to his heart. Tears filled his eyes again, spilling over, his breath quickening until it was coming in short rasps. “Frank,” he gasped stumbling back onto the hall wall opposite the entry to the room. Frank stood in front of Mikey, his hands on his best friend’s shoulders.
“Mikes, breathe! Breathe Mikey, in and out. Slow breaths, come on,” Frank spoke pleadingly to his asthmatic friend, looking around him to make sure no one was watching. Frank was paranoid about everyone around him; it was the drugs that changed him like this.
Mikey nodded his head but couldn’t deepen any of his breaths. He scratched his hands roughly; terrified he couldn’t get a breath. The fear set in and his breaths got more and more shallow. Fear his brother was too far gone to be saved. Fear that he would join him because he left his fucking inhaler in the car. Fear his parents would hate him for Gerard’s death. Fear that Frank was going to leave him to suffocate to death. Everything was fear. He groaned painfully; his tears still falling.
Frank shifted from foot to foot, not knowing what to do. His eyes shot around the hall making sure no one had started watching them if they hadn’t been before. Frank shook Mikey by the shoulders, “Calm down Mikey!” His voice was growing more and more panicked, “Come on, Mikey please calm down. I’m here; I-I-I I’m not leaving just please calm down.”
Frank grabbed Mikey’s hand, sandwiching it between his two and holding it to his cheek. Frank was out of ideas to help Mikey without having an inhaler. “Mike’s if you don’t calm the fuck down I’m going to give you mouth to mouth,” Frank threatened. Mikey’s lips twitched upward, his breathing becoming less strained.
“Please don’t,” Mikey choked out. Frank dropped his hands to his side letting Mikey have his own back. Frank looked over his shoulder at the room. A dark haired woman stood in the door way watching with observant eyes. She wore a white blouse tucked into a high-waisted navy blue knee-length pleated skirt and a long white coat, a medical ID pinned to her coat pocket.
“I take it one of you is Gerard’s brother?” The woman spoke, her eyes never wavering their stern tone. It was life or death; there would be no room for hand holding and soft words, not until her patient’s life was secured.
Mikey raised his hand coughing into his arm, “That’s me, Mikey Way and this is his boyfriend Frank Iero.” Mikey pushed his glasses his up his face, something he’d done at least a dozen times in the past twenty minutes.
“Dr. Ballato,” she said. Mikey offered his hand to her, like the gentleman his mother raised him to be. She ignored it,”Pleasantries later”, She was sure they were perfectly nice people but again, patients first. Mikey’s hand hung in the air for a moment before he dropped it to his side. “I need to know what your brother overdosed on or he’s is going to go into a comatose and either never wake up or die.”
Mikey looked to Frank who just nodded. Mikey couldn’t bring himself to look at Dr. Ballato whose gaze was fixed on them. Frank took over for Mikey not wanting him to have another attack, “Cocaine”, Frank started before adding hastily, “But he got it from me and it’s not his fault please don’t put the cops out on him. If anything let them ride my ass.” His voice was pleading as were his eyes.
The doctor stepped back into the room a yell of “Cocaine overdose, get him fixed on-” then it was muffled to Frank’s ears. Frank turned his head to be confronted with Mikey’s wide eyes. “You’re going to what!?! Frank, you, are an idiot!” Mikey yelled at him.
Frank just bit his nails, “I know I know but Gerard has a future, I don’t. I’m just some fucked up junkie and aspiring musician. Gerard has talents! I would never be able to live with myself if I took that from him.” Frank said softly in-between ripping pieces of nail from his fingers with his teeth.
Dr. Ballato returned to them, “Now that we know what to treat him for he should make a recovery, but nothing can be certain until his heart rate stabilizes, there could still be complications and possible brain damage. After which we have to detox him from the cocaine so he won’t have any cravings for the drug and relapse.” Frank and Mikey let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.
“When can we see him?” Mikey asked quickly, shifting from foot to foot, to antsy to keep still. The doctor glanced over her shoulder into the room and shrugged. “Whenever you choose to, however I must advise only one at a time so not to overwhelm him, we don’t know what exactly he is aware of at this point. He is unconscious but it wouldn’t be a first to be aware of everything around him, and too much excitement could spike his already fluctuating heart rate.”
Mikey looked at Frank for permission to go first and got a nod in return. Frank watched Mikey walk into the room to his brother, making sure he was out of earshot before continuing a conversation with Dr. Ballato. “Are you going to notify the authorities?” Frank asked.
“Fuck cops.” She smiled for the first time since they met. “However, I want a drug test from you that will test negative drugs.” Her face was serious this time around. There was no joking hint to her eyes. Frank swallowed loudly, scratching his thumb with his fingers.
“Negative for which drugs?” he asked carefully. “Not everything please not everything, there is no way I can give up coke and pot at the same time!”
“Everything,” She ignored the disappointed look on Frank’s face and continued, “So I suggest you check into rehab, or go cold turkey otherwise I will have to notify them, no matter how much I wish they would butt the fuck out.”
“Frank!” Mikey called. Frank looked over the doctor’s shoulders at Mikey. “You’re turn. I’m going to get some coffee, I’ll grab you one too.” Mikey walked off down the hall to the elevator before disappearing around a corner, Dr. Ballato taking her leave, going the opposite way Mikey had gone to check on her other patients.
Frank just stared at the door, fear ripping through his body. If Gerard could potentially be aware of his surroundings, would he still be mad at him. Would his presence make his heart rate go off the chart, or would Gerard just stay in his sound sleep and let Frank hold him. He stood in the doorway and wrung his hands nervously while his beauty lay silently the only sound was the machines he was hooked up to.