Chapter 2Frank's POVIt was.. a phone call you wouldn't expect at this time of night. 2:45 a.m. And.. it was Mikey. Mikey was, one of my best friends. He called, and told me, "Gerard's not breathing.. we're going to the hospital." That phone call caught me totally off guard while my eyes shot open, hopping off the bed. I knew Gerard, as Mikey's brother, and the guy who never socialized. I knew about the problems he had, Mikey wouldn't always tell me much though. I remember one time, going to his house. Me and Mikey stood in the living room, Gerard would be in the basement; his room. The door would always stay open, from what i noticed. And all you heard was the constant cries in pain. If he wasn't crying. You would hear him, yelling at himself, or throwing stuff. I never knew what was wrong with him. I left a note, for my family before leaving the house, walking toward the Newark Center Hospital. It wasn't far from here. And.. walking was the only transportation i had. I shuddered to the cold air that hit me hard across the face. Walking breathing? What did that mean? Well of course, I knew what it meant, but, what happened? That worried me, quite a bit. I didn't know him well, but i still had that worry for him. Then the tone in Mikey's voice. So afraid. I sometimes mistaken Mikey for being the older sibling, the way he acted. So protective, father slash mother like. The hospital came into sight while i let a long sigh out. Walking faster. Biting on my lip, entering the lot.Mikey's POVEverything was just a blur, passing by. The ambulance came. They took Gerard. They even panicked when they saw him. And now. All we could do was wait in the emergency room. I called Frank, and told him what had happened, cause.. I was.. just.. my mind was racing. I shook my leg repeatedly while Mom and Dad held hands, praying. He was gonna be okay, right? He was.. strong. He wouldn't just give up like that, right? I felt the tears prick. I bit on my lip. I needed hope. I needed faith..Suddenly. I was greeted by an out of breath, pajama wearing Frank. I stood to my feet instantly with a heavy sigh, in some kind of relief. Frank had a blank expression, mixed with worry flush his face. Frank walked closer, asking questions slowly."What.. happened?" He asked, out of breath. I took a deep breath, recapping it all in my head."He-.. just.. stopped breathing.." I tried explaining. Failing."Thanks for coming.." I added on quickly. Frank shrugged it off, like, 'it was nothing', that kind way. We both took our seats once more. Staring, glaring at the swinging doors. Hope hitting at me when i saw a doctor coming through them, but then instead of coming toward me. They'd go toward the deskHours seemed to have passed. We got nothing yet. It was killing me. I paced back and forth while Frank just sat there, watching me. I couldn't be calm while my mind was telling me Gerard was probably dead. "Honey, he's gonna be okay. You know Gerard.." Mom spoke. I looked over at her. Pausing in my paces. That was true. Gerard wouldn't just give up. Cause.. he was strong. He wouldn't do that to me. He wouldn't do that to Mom, or Dad. The doctor suddenly caught my eye. He stood infront of me, aside from Mom and Dad, across from Frank. I swallowed hard. Looking at him holding his clipboard. He looked into my eyes, like he didn't want to say what he was about to."How is he?" I questioned. Glaring at him. I wasn't 4. He sighed heavily, scratching at his neck."He's in critical, but stable condition." The doctor let out. His voice heavy. I sighed heavily."Well, what happened?" Mom suddenly asked. The doctor turned his attention toward her with another sigh."Mr. Way.. he.. he had a stroke." He breathed out. My eyes widened while i wanted to collapse and die when i heard that..