We Can Do Anything, But Should We?
***
“MIKEY!”
Mikey blinked his eyes open, gazing sleepily at the ceiling. His cold was gone-he felt perfectly fine, if you ignored the tiredness that was a necessary part of waking up in the morning. He knew it’d get better soon enough, even if it seemed during like it never would.
“Holy shit, Mikey, you’re alive! I...I was so freaked out, you were-TWO MONTHS! How does anyone sleep for two months? They had no idea what was going on, they talked to all of these doctors and nobody had any idea-just-that was-that was the freakiest fucking thing to ever happen!” Gerard was rather potty-mouthed for eleven, but it was the sort of thing you got used to.
But when Mikey processed what had just been said, well, he wasn’t tired anymore. Sitting straight up in bed, he stared at Gerard. “Did you just say I was sleeping for two months?!”
***
It’d been a day since he heard, and Patrick still refused to admit it in any way.
Gerard was one of his closest friends-and his other best friend, Pete, had the misfortune of living on the other side of the world. (Pete did travel often, but even with that, he still lived over eight thousand miles from Patrick.)
With Gerard gone, he had virtually nobody.
Patrick wasn’t the kind of person who made friends easily. He was two years younger than his classmates thanks to copious year-skipping, he was shy as all hell and had problems talking to people, and while he was pretty cute, he wasn’t exactly conventionally hot (he was shorter than most of the girls and chubby to boot). He was a total outcast.
It was Gerard and Frank who’d met him, a kid thrown into high school surrounded by people way older than him and trying to figure out a way to cope with being seen as a useless freak for a few more years. They didn’t see him as a useless freak, they saw him as a person with value, as someone who deserved to be happy and to have friends and live a decent life.
If only Gerard had seen himself that way, huh?
“MIKEY!”
Mikey blinked his eyes open, gazing sleepily at the ceiling. His cold was gone-he felt perfectly fine, if you ignored the tiredness that was a necessary part of waking up in the morning. He knew it’d get better soon enough, even if it seemed during like it never would.
“Holy shit, Mikey, you’re alive! I...I was so freaked out, you were-TWO MONTHS! How does anyone sleep for two months? They had no idea what was going on, they talked to all of these doctors and nobody had any idea-just-that was-that was the freakiest fucking thing to ever happen!” Gerard was rather potty-mouthed for eleven, but it was the sort of thing you got used to.
But when Mikey processed what had just been said, well, he wasn’t tired anymore. Sitting straight up in bed, he stared at Gerard. “Did you just say I was sleeping for two months?!”
***
It’d been a day since he heard, and Patrick still refused to admit it in any way.
Gerard was one of his closest friends-and his other best friend, Pete, had the misfortune of living on the other side of the world. (Pete did travel often, but even with that, he still lived over eight thousand miles from Patrick.)
With Gerard gone, he had virtually nobody.
Patrick wasn’t the kind of person who made friends easily. He was two years younger than his classmates thanks to copious year-skipping, he was shy as all hell and had problems talking to people, and while he was pretty cute, he wasn’t exactly conventionally hot (he was shorter than most of the girls and chubby to boot). He was a total outcast.
It was Gerard and Frank who’d met him, a kid thrown into high school surrounded by people way older than him and trying to figure out a way to cope with being seen as a useless freak for a few more years. They didn’t see him as a useless freak, they saw him as a person with value, as someone who deserved to be happy and to have friends and live a decent life.
If only Gerard had seen himself that way, huh?