Gerard Way POV

I couldn't believe what had happened. One second we were laughing and having fun, then I suddenly lost control of the wheel. I felt a bid struggle as the bus forced its way into the next lane. Then the struggle was gone, and we skidded to a stop. I yanked the door open and jumped down to the pavement. Loud gasps told me the others followed. I gazed toward the mess of crushed metal, and ran forward to check its passengers. A quick glance around the car said that there had already been three lives lost. I tore my eyes away from the bodies, stomach churning, and turned my attention the girl in the back, scared eyes, trying to makes sense of what happened. I cleared away a ruble to undo her seat belt. I felt her warm blood on my hands as I gently pulled her from the wreckage. My hands were shaking as I tried to stop the blood gushing from her already cold, limp body. I stayed there, keeping her warm and close, keeping her alive, until the ambulance got to the scene.

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The guilt was eating me alive. I caused this… I looked around at the white walls of the hospital. They felt like they were closing in on me, tightening on my chest. The girl was okay as far as I knew, just suffering from a large gash on her stomach. Though her mother, Hannah, was in critical condition… because of me… I replayed what happened in the bus over and over again in my head, trying to figure out what had went wrong. My brother's voice broke into my thoughts. "It's not your fault, Gerard." I closed my eyes, wanting to believe his words.

"You know that's not true, Mikes."

"Yes, it is. You had both hands on the wheel."

"But-"He cut me off.

"And you were sitting, facing forward."

"I know, but-"

"You hadn't been drinking, right?"

"Of course not!"

"Exactly. Now, if anything, it was the buses fault." I sighed; he wasn't going to let it go until I agreed.

"Fine…"

"Good. Now, we should probably go bac-"

"No. I'm not leaving till I know they're okay."

"Oh, come on Gee…"

"No! I have to stay!" I looked at him seriously. Then, through some unspoken brotherly bond, he understood my urge to make sure they were going to be okay. Well, as okay as they can be. We stood there, silently, waiting for any scrap of news.

An hour later, the heavy door burst open, revealing a flustering, young doctor. "Um, we're looking for Gerard Way, the driver of the bus accident?" I slowly raised my hand up in the air. "Come with me." And she turned swiftly, walking away the way she had come. I followed, confused. The same sense of claustrophobia clouded me, walking down the small, white hallway. I clung to the doorway the doctor had ushered me into, trying to level my breathing. The doctor had told me the older woman had wanted to talk to me, while we were walking. I looked into the room, my eyes falling onto the woman. Vicious cuts and bruises covered her face and arms. I walked over to the side of her hospital bed. She opened her mouth to speak, and I bent my head down to hear her quiet words. Her breath felt warm an my neck, and her raspy voice reached my ear.

"Tell…. Tell her….. That I love her… Help her….. Please" That was all the injured woman could manage. I looked into her sad eyes, eyes that held knowledge. She knew. She knew she wasn't going to make it. I felt her silent pain in her eyes, not for her own sake, but the sake of her daughter. I'm sure that's who she was talking about. It was just a matter of time before she stopped fighting. I nodded, promising that I'd keep her girl safe. She smiled, her hand searching for something. Suddenly, her cold hand grasped onto mine weakly. She squeezed my hand as tightly as she could, and closed her eyes. Then she let go… her struggle ending… I stood there, holding her hand, until the very end. I didn't let go, I couldn't let go. Doctors surrounded us, but I still held it, close to me.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to let go." I sighed, and slowly released her hand, laying it gently beside her.

"I promise…" I whispered, and then walked back out to Mikey, who had been joined by Ray and Frankie. "Hey guys…" I croaked out, wiping my eyes, just realizing I was crying.

"Hey… you okay buddy?" Frank said, walking over to me, placing a hand on my back. "What happened?" I answered him, not wanting to go into details.

"She's gone… she passed… she had taken my hand in hers and… she… let go." I teared up again, and Mikey pulled me into a tight hug.

"It's okay, Gee, she's a better place." I nodded, burying my face into my little brother's chest.

"It's just not fair." I mumbled into him. "It should be me… now the girl will grow up without proper family, and its all my fault." My words muffled by Mikeys shirt, I looked up at him. "What's gonna happen to her?"

"I don't know Gee… but she's going to be alright. I forgot to say, another doctor came up and said that the girl would be awake by tomorrow, she just needs rest but she's going to be okay."

"R-really?" He nodded.

"And we can go see her, if you'd like."

"I would love that…"

"Come, follow me." I went with him down a hallway, identical to the other. The tight space, white walls. It freaked me out.

"Her names November… November Washington. She's fifteen." He told me. "That's all I know, and I saw her for a brief moment, she was sleeping. "She might not even know what happened."

"Well, I'm going to stay until she wakes up." I told him. "I don't want her to hear what happened from a random doctor, or police officer. I'd much rather tell her myself. No matter how hard it will be…" I followed him into a room labeled 604, and slid into a chair next to the bed. I took a good look at her, noticing now her dyed pale blue hair. She looked peaceful… I stayed there, falling asleep some hours later.