Happily Never After (My Chemical Romance) Part Four

RECAP: Suddenly, a doctor appeared in front of me with a clipboard. She was wearing a pink gown, and nervously chewing on her pen cap. Finally, some news.  "Mrs.Dunne?" She asked.  "Yes??" I replied. The doctor shifted her weight from both feet and sighed," Mrs. Dunne, I'm afraid..."

<Jeane's POV>

My eyelids felt so heavy over my eyes. I started to open up my eyes just a little bit....AHHHH!!! The lights were too bright though. I sighed softly. Maybe, just a few more moments of sleep...NO! A loud voice in my head told me to get up and leave Gerard. I had just fallen for a few seconds. All I have to do is get up and go to my tour bus. Then, I can lay down and sleep somewhere at least comfortable. I blinked my eyes open. Everything was so different. I started to freak out. I must have fallen pretty bad. The room where i found myself in, was all white with an IV hooked into my arm and lame pictures of perfection by unknown artists. I sat up, only to fall down again onto a cold, hard plastic surface that i call a genuine hospital bed. I couldn't lift my arms. "Hello?" I said to no one in particular. I scanned my room... GERARD!!! He was slouched in a chair resting quietly next to my "bed". He looked so peaceful. I noticed that his black eyeliner had left streams down his cheeks from crying so hard. I did mean something to him. I felt wanted at that moment. Finally, someone truly needed me. Maybe Gerard was no longer mad at me for kissing Pete. I mean...I was drunk and uncontrollable. But...I shouldn't have...I'm such a whore.. he'll never love me.

"Gerard...Gerard..." A raspy voice escaped my lips. I cleared my throat, and continued to whisper to my love once more. "Gerard.."

Gerard shifted in his chair and yawned softly.

"GERARD!" I said aloud in a more urgent voice. He sat up and wiped his piercing brown eyes. His eyes were so tired from lack of sleep and worry...worry over me. Gerard blinked again as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Jeane...you're awake. You're finally awake." He rushed over to my bedside and held one of my hands. I quickly pulled away. He stood up and glared at me.

"I'm sorry...You shouldn't be here, Gerard. I made a..." I bit my chaped, uncared lips, "I made a mistake. I'm sorry I've caused you pain."

Gerard continued to glared puzzled, trying to grasp what my voice had said. I felt tears spring into my eyes.

"Why?" He asked. I could hear frustration shake his voice. He was trying to cloak his anger and pain, but I knew. "I sat here all night beside your bed, worrying about whether you were ever going to wake up. Then, you say I'm some sort of horrible mistake you made, and expect me to just leave."

"I...I...I'm.."

"What sorry for kissing me?" Gerad had interupted me. His voice felt like silver knives piercing through my heart. I had made no mistake. I was a mistake.

"But..I" I broke down crying. "I kissed Pete at the Party. I thought you hated me. I'm such a whore. All I do is screw up!" I felt like all my troubles were spewing out onto the hospital's tiled floor. Gerard stood stone still as he watched me break down and curse myself. I was saying everything i had felt about anything my whole life. I talked about my parents dying, and foster homes, and being raped in 7th grade. All my hurt inside poured out. When I felt better, I struggled to compose myself. Gerard sat in the chair next to my bed and just talked with me about EVERYTHING. We were deep in conversation.

Suddenly, I heard voices coming down the hallway outside room. They sounded awfully familiar. Alex popped her head into my room's door way. She entered my disappointing room along with Gerard and I's bandmates. Hallie rushed to my side and hugged me tightly. So tight, I was practically gasping for air. Everybody laughed as Alex pulled Hallie from my embrace.

"You're ALIVE!!" Hallie squealed with happiness. Alex giggled like a school girl. I felt happy for once. I was surrounded by everyone who cared about me.

"Yes, I'm alive...Why wouldn't I be?" I asked.

"Well, You fell really hard and was bleeding from your head pretty heavily, I may say," Audrey commented in a matter-of-factly way. I raised an eyebrow.

"Uh..Please don't remind me." Frank winced. "I have never seen so much real blood before."

"Ha Ha. At least someone was there to help." Bob said. I saw Gerard smile at me lovingly. Is true love possible? Or is it just in storybooks?

<MUCH LATER>

After I woke up, I left the hospital and went back on tour. We only had four more months, and I was not going to waste any of it on parties and drinking. Maybe Gerard and I could spend time together. If he only knew I was dying.