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

"What was he thinking when he did that?!" Frank cried.

"I, I don't know Frank," Mikey whispered.

Ray walked over.

"The doctors said he would wake up soon, but he would be in a bit of pain."

"Well, at least he's not dead," Mikey said.

"They said he might have liver damage..." He trailed off.

"What?!" Mikey screamed.

"I know, its shocking..."

"...Wh...Where am I?" Came Gerard's scratchy voice.

He tried to sit up.

"Ouch!"

"Don't move Gee," Frank told him.

"Why?"

"You got really drunk and OD on advil, they had to pump your stomach, and you may have liver damage..."

"I may have...WHAT?!"

"Don't move so much Mr. Way."

Gerard looked up. He turned his head to his arm. Needles.

"Get those out, now!" He commanded while trying to pull his IV out.

"No! They're your meds and blood supply!"

Gerard gripped the bed sheets.

"What's going to happen to me...?"

The doctor looked at him.

"We're going to put you in the detox ward, and we need to do an MRI of your liver."

"OK...I guess itll help..."

Gerard fell back on the covers and fell asleep, worried that he may not wake up again....

Frank looked at him.

"Gerard, please don;t die..."

"Gee, please...please hang on for me..." Mikey whisoered.