SICK Boy [Frerard] - Page 2 - The Black Parade

Kriss · 05-26-2008, 01:07 PM

aw, this is sad.

Poor Gerard..He's too young

FireAndBlaze · 05-26-2008, 01:26 PM

I love this more soon calls no.2 fan spot and no. 7

x x x

Rosa · 05-26-2008, 03:13 PM

Oh, god, so many death threats and the sad bit hasn't even come yet xD
*Hides behind the sofa, shaking*

Kaley · 05-26-2008, 03:49 PM

Aww, this is really sad.
It's written so well too. :]
Gerard's too young.
It must be so hard for Frankie to watch Gerard suffer.

Update as soon as you can.

famousXdeadX · 05-26-2008, 04:37 PM

aww!
it's so sad already!
i'm actually scared to read the really sad part,
as you called it.
oh shite.
I feel Gerard's going toward and early demise.

Nukyster · 05-26-2008, 05:04 PM

OMG!!! *kicks around to get to Nr1 fanspot* THIS IDEA SOUNDS SO COOL! As a prof Wikipdia whore, addict to movies I SO LOVE THIS IDEA! It's fresh, new and you can make it SO SAD! I worked on a place with elderly with dementia and who... those peolpe can be so sad, I hope you update sooN!

Rosa · 05-26-2008, 06:18 PM

WOW!
I never knew this would get such a response!
I always seem to have some sort of illness in my fics x]
Well, I wasn't planning on updating tonight, but I might because of all the comments.
Thanks so much guys!

On an off topic note, anyone watching Britains Got Talent?
Oh dear god. Some of these people have been dragged out of the gutter.
*hides face in shame*
THEY GIVE BRITAIN A BAD NAME

do*OR*die · 05-26-2008, 07:41 PM

YAY! If you update tonight that would be awesome of you!
And don't worry, we have lots of shows that embarass our country too.

Rosa · 05-27-2008, 06:20 AM

^^^
Good. I won't feel so bad then.
I also don't feel bad, cause Simon Cowell shot them down.
''I think it would have been better if maybe you had killed yourself''
Bahaa made me giggle.

Updates later today. I was meant to do it lastnight, but I kinda fell asleep and forgot. (No pun intended.)

Rosa · 05-27-2008, 08:46 AM

2 weeks. 2 weeks was all they had to wait. Frank tried his best to carry on as normal, but with Gerard forgetting things more often, it was difficult.

And Gerard’s memory wasn’t the only thing causing a problem anymore.

He had begun to stutter, sometimes almost uncontrollably, and it caused him such great frustration he would just break down, fall onto the sofa and refuse to speak for over an hour, until he forgot why he was being silent.

‘F-f-Frankie--’ Gerard cut off with a frustrated groan.

‘Was’up Gee?’ Frank asked, peaking over the top of the newspaper.

‘It’s h-h-happening ag-agin. The ST-STUPID ST-ST-ST--’ Gerard stopped talking again and sighed, closing his eyes.

Frank placed his paper down and moved closer to Gerard. ‘Gee, calm down, okay? Talk slower if you have to, I won’t be annoyed.’

Gerard nodded and opened his mouth to say something before he was cut off by the phone.

Frank shot him a sympathetic look before getting up and answering the phone.

‘Hello?’

‘Hello, I’m calling from Belleville General Hospital, with information about Gerard Way’s test results?’

‘Oh, yes, would you like me to pass you too him or would you like to speak to me?’ Frank gestured for Gerard to come over before clicking on the speaker.

‘I think its best if I speak to his closest member of family,’ came the grainy voice from the other end.

‘Oh, well, that’s me. How can I help you?’

‘As, you know, Mr.Way underwent some tests to determine if he had Alzheimers disease or not. Well, I have the results here, and you have two options. I can tell them too you now, and you can make an appointment at a later date to discuss certain issues, or you can come down the hospital tomorrow and have everything explained to you then, as I cannot answer any questions over the phone, unless I hold the information in my hand.’

Frank looked to Gerard. ‘What do you wanna do baby? He whispered.

Gerard bit his lip. ‘I wanna know. Now. I don’t like h-having this feeling that s-s-somethings wrong without kn-knowing.’

Frank nodded and took a deep breath. ‘we’d like to know the results now, thank you.’

‘Okay, well, unfortunately Mr.Way does have the disease.’

It was only 6 little words that bought Franks world crashing down. 6 words could mean so much, or so little. They could be insignificant, or they could break someone’s heart. Mr.Way does have the disease.
The sentence kept replaying itself in Frank’s mind, over and over again. He looked over at Gee, who was just staring at the ground, before he remembered they still had the nurse at the other end of the phone.

He took it off loud speaker and held the receiver back up to his ear.

‘How long?’ He croaked, not daring to look at Gerard again.

‘I’m sorry?’ The nurse sounded confused, which was the last thing Frank needed right now.

‘How long has he got until it kills him?’ he said, rather harshly.

Frank heard the shuffling of papers over the phone as the nurse searched for the answer.

‘If it carries on going at the same rate, he has just under two years, however, if you get him on medication right away, he could have anything up to 5.’

Anything up to 5. The nurse made it sound like 5 years was eternity, but to Frank it was short. Far too short.

‘If you like, I can arrange an appointment for you too come down tomorrow, and we can get Mr.Way on the best medication suitable for him. You have 3 options--’

Frank cut the nurse off. ‘Thank you for your help, but I’d rather just talk it through with Gerard before we get into any details. I’m not sure he quite understands what’s going on yet.’

However, with one glance over to Gerard, Frank knew Gee understood.

Frank sighed one more time before speaking to the nurse again. ‘I’ll call the hospital and make an appointment later, thanks.’

Frank didn’t give the nurse a chance to reply before he hung up. He made his way over to Gerard and took him in his arms.

‘I-I’m gonna die Fr-Frankie,’ Gerard sobbed, clinging onto Franks shirt.

Frank didn’t care about telling Gerard it was all going to be okay, because Frank damn well knew it wasn’t. Gerard was too young, it wasn’t fair. Frank couldn’t stop his own tears falling as he stroked Gerard’s hair.

‘Frankie, what do we do?’

The question stunned Frank into silence. He had no idea what they did now. He could call the hospital, but that would mean at least a day of knowing next to nothing.

Frank glanced at the clock and sighed. 5pm.

‘Why don’t we watch a movie Gee?’ He asked, trying his best to change the subject.

‘Er, okay.’ Gerard sniffed and rubbed his eyes in a childish manner. Watching him, Frank couldn’t help but smile.

‘Can we watch a happy one please?’ Gerard whispered, making his way to the sofa.

Frank nodded half-heartedly and picked a random movie off the shelf, before placing it into the DVD player.

He sat down next to Gerard on the sofa and sighed deeply.

‘Frankie, when… when I forget you, will you promise me one thing?’ Gerard asked, brokenly.

Frank looked at Gee and nodded. ‘Anything.’

‘Don’t give up on me, will you?’

Frank turned to face Gerard. ‘What do you mean baby?’

Gerard sighed and nervously tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. ‘I mean, like… y-y-you won’t just give me away, will you? To, like, a nu-nursing home, or something…’

Frank pulled Gerard into a tight hug, and kissed the top of his head.

‘I promise you, I will look after you for as long as you need me too. I won’t ever let you go. Ever. That,’ Frank put a hand under Gerard’s chin and looked him in the eye. ‘That, my Gerard, is a promise.’

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Okay, okay, so I forgot to update last night. Sorry, I was tired, so shoot me. At the moment, I'm in alot of pain, so if I don't update until tomorrow, thats my excuse. My mum was kinda amused when she saw the tabs I had up on my laptop, two TBP.nets, a bebo, my email, Kill Hannah tickets and Alzheimers Disease research. Another thing, Kill Hannah have come to England, And I can't go! Its a travesty! This is worse then me not being able to go to an MCR gig, I need to see Kill Hannah again. Need. My very soul depends on it, no joke. *sigh* Yes, so I bet no-one reads this part, so I'll just shut up now ^.^