Chapter 42. It had been nearly a year since Schuyler's...accident, that's what they're calling it now. I hadnt left the hospital for more than an hour since then. I couldn't stand the thought of her waking up and me not being there. My friends were loosing faith, the doctors were loosing faith, and I was loosing faith. I hadn't been crying nearly as much, I learned to control the tears that constantly threatened to fall. I jumped slightly as there was a knock on the door, "Gerard, can I talk to you for a second?" Frank asked softly, his head barely entering the room. "Um, yeah, hold on," I said, closing the book I was reading and standing up. I kissed Schuyler's cheek and walked to the open door. I followed Frank down to the first floor cafeteria in silence. The band sat around one of the large tables, waiting for us. "Hey guys," I managed a smile as I took my seat at the table. All of their faces were serious; Mikey was the first one to speak up, "Gerard, we know this is a tough time for you, it has been for all of us, but we have a little problem." He said, hesitating a bit. I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He took a deep breath, "The record label says that we've had too much time off, we haven't played any shows in nearly a year. They need us to play a few shows, no where far away, no where out of state at least." he said. I looked around the table, glancing at the seriousness on everyone's faces, they weren't joking. I guess Mikey could read the uncertainty on my face, "Just a few shows Gerard, we can do it, I know we can. We have to, before the label drops us." He said with a pleading look in his eyes. I'd let the band down enough already, we were supposed to have a straight year of touring. I thought about what Mikey had said for a few minutes, I looked at Frank, the look in his eyes was reassuring. "Okay," I said softly, "I'm in, when do we leave?" "Right now," Mikey said nervously. "Our first show is tonight, over in Camden, so we're still in the state, we won't be far if anything happens. The doctors have your cell phone number, you'll be the first one to know if anything happens," he said, reassuring me. I nodded, "Well, let's go," I said, suprised at how anxious I was to get out of the hospital. I said goodbye to the nurse at the front desk, who I've come to know personally throughout the months, and follwed behind Bob out of the door and onto the tour bus. Everything was there, my uniform, my make up, everything. This felt like I was starting all over again. I knew I would have a difficult time going on stage tonight. The nerves would be back, but under the nerves I would be anxious. Anxious to see the faces of my fans again, after a long, hard, eleven months, I needed to see their faces.