I woke up in the hospital, with an IV in my ar- HOLY FUCK GET THAT NEEDLE OUT OF ME!

I frantically started to spaz out on my bed and Mikey pinned me down by my shoulders, "Easy there bud," he said calmly, "Looks like you're feeling better,"

"No," I eased up, "Just numb," I lifted my IV arm to look at it. I felt woozy staring at a sharp, cold piece of metal stuck in my arm drawing out blood… I cringed and put it back down to my side so I wouldn't throw up.

"I told them everything, Gerard," he looked down at the ground and fiddled with his shoes.

"Oh… What did they say?" I looked at my thumbs and twiddled them around.

"The police are most likely going to arrest dad. Mom too. Maybe," he said trailing off.

"Mom?" I said gaping. No, no, no. Not mom. Arrest my fuck of a dad, not my mom.

"All these years, she didn't tell anyone," he stated matter-of-factly. He wasn't wrong, "You and I both know that she doesn't deserve to be put in jail, but the police don't see it that way. Besides, dad blamed her of abusing you as well. 'If I go down, so does she.' Those were his last words when I left the house," he looked far away, staring nowhere.

"That mother fucking-," I started to tense up when a nurse walked in. She had a large nose, a large mole, and a large… stomach. I swear all she needed was green face paint and a pointy hat and BAM! You'd get the Wicked Witch of the West.

Why do I always get the ugly nurses? Sure, I'm gay, but… damn. This woman – if she was a woman – was just something else.

"How are you feeling, uh-," she looked at a metal clipboard tied to my bed, "Mr. Way?"

"Well I was just beaten to the point were I blacked out and then coughed up blood when I tried to speak," I glared at the wall, "But yeah, I'm feeling alright."

I felt bad for having an attitude with the nurse, but she acted as if my behavior was normal; she had seen it before. I could tell.

"Gerard, my name is Nurse Ellie," Ellie… "I have seen many cases like yours, and I can understand that you feel very agitated," I huffed, "But let me tell you something," I looked over at her, "You will get through this. Everything will be okay."

I felt myself soften up, "How can you say that…?" I whispered, broken hearted, "I didn't even know my parents knew that I was gay, and my father has been beating the hell out of me for it since I was fourteen. I didn't. Even. Know. Why," Ellie looked at me with gleaming, sympathetic eyes as I shared, "And they might be going to jail. Both of them,"

"I can see something in you, Mr. Way. I can see someone very special. Though I don't know what your talent is, I bet you have one, and you know it. You'll go far with that talent. As long as you can let go of right now. Let go of the past four years," she smiled at me, "You have the most dazzling hazel eyes, by the way,"

"Nurse Ellie…" I choked when I said 'Ellie', "Everyone used to call my grandmother Ellie. Her name was Elena," I trailed off into my own thoughts.

"Well, then! Heal up, Mr. Way!" She beamed at me, "The faster you do, the faster you can pursue your talent!"

I smiled at her with all of my small teeth showing, "Thank you,"

"Anytime, Hon."

Nurse Ellie didn't really help too much, though she lightened up my mood while I was in the hospital. Nearing the end of my recovery, I felt just as mad as when I came in. I had to face the court.

During the whole thing, I tried as hard as I could to get my dad into jail, and keep my mom out. I kept defending her and saying that she didn't do anything to hurt me, but the judge kept saying she hurt me by not telling anyone. I could never win.

Of course they both went to jail.

Then the judge said something I had never even thought of. I don't even think Mikey had the thought either, "Michael James Way will be assigned to an appropriately fitting foster home, while Gerard Arthur Way will be taking care of himself, seeing that he is, in fact, eighteen years old, and old enough to be on his own,"

What? No. No, no, no, no. There is no way Mikey is going to be leaving me. No way. No. Fucking. Way.

"Your Honor, if I might suggest, since I am old enough to be on my own and since I am an adult," I talked as calmly and as professionally as I could, "Wouldn't it be more suitable for Michael to stay with me? Is there any way for me to do that?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Way, your parents both requested that Michael be moved to a foster home until you have a nice job and a suitable place to live. And until you are able to prove that you can maintain those two factors."

After all, the victim is the one who always fails. In my book, anyways.

I looked over at Mikey. He mouthed the words "Help me out of this."

I nodded, my lips pursed.