Hospital-Gee Drabble
Gerard stumbles into Emergency with Mikey’s arms round his shoulders. Collapses on the floor, empties his guts on the tiles while someone (could be Mikey again) talks to the doctor or nurse or whoever the fuck those slippered-feet belong to. He blinks tears down his cheeks, unashamed, unaware, and barely notices when he’s yanked up into a wheelchair.
There’s an eternity of brightly-lit corridor punctuated only by the nurse’s heavy footsteps, heavy breathing, Gerard’s getting motion-sickness just staring at the doors going past and he’s just ready to throw up again when they stop and then he’s on a bed.
Stretched out, sleeve pushed up, a needle stuck through his skin before he can even blink. He screams, in pain but mostly terror, because god, oh god, needles and Mikey’s there again, materialized beside him and stroking his hair. Someone asks a lot of questions in a language that Gerard should understand but doesn’t and then it’s back on the wheelchair, back out into those endless tunnels.
He has another moment of mindless fear when one door opens and there is only darkness beyond, a tiny spot of light on the nurses’ desk at the very end of this nightmare, and he almost screams again… but by then they’re inside that spot of light and there’s a woman helping him gently into another bed and he struggles a bit against the pain and nausea and exhaustion, because he knows what horrifying things they may do to him if he can’t stop them, blood and scalpels and organs and more blood appearing in his mind’s eye. He sees the catheter stuck in his arm and vomits again, all over the sheets, before blacking out against his will.