Its you and you're dying, I'm sorry

Gerard woke up the next morning, feeling like he hadn't slept in days.

"Geez, what time is it?"

He sat up and felt something tug at his arm, his IV. It ripped out and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Owie!" He gasped.

One of the nurses walked in to check on him. She picked up the IV and was about to put it in Gerard's arm.

"NO! Don't dp that!" Gerard pleaded.

"Why? I'm jsut reinserting your IV."

"I hate needles!"

Gerard's body shook with each sob he made.

"Please,please don't put teh IV back in!"

"It'll only hurt a litte, honey," The nurse smiled. "Besides, the doctor is coming soon, and you might be able to leave. I mean, you've actually been here for about 4 months."

"Kisa-san!" The doctor, who was Japanese called. "I'm here for Way-san." He always used honorifics when talking to people in formal situations.

"Oh, OK, Mr. Way.." She stepped back.

"Ah, you must be Way-san, I presume?" he said, bowing to Gerard.

"Just call me Gerard," Gerard smiled.

"OK, let's have a look at your stitches, they might need cleaned."

He lifted up Gerard's shirt and revealed a line of stitches.

"They look OK, so now I'll talk to you about something serious."

"What?"

"You might be leaving."

"Really!?"

"Yes."

"Oh sweet!" Gerard smiled, sitting up quickly.

"We aer going to have you come in for periodic check ups though."

"OK, thanks, when do I leave?"

"In about a week, and if that goes well, I think you'll be able to go back to your daily routines."

HE left Gerard and walked away.

"I can't believe I'm leaving!!" Gerard squealed happily,

He sat in hsi bed, as tears of joy poured from his eyes.

I'm outta heerp/i]" He thought before falling asleep for hopefully the last time on the hospital bed.