End of Everything

Frank's POV:

Shit!
Mikey!

I walked into Gee's room and closed the door.

"Gee,
Mikey's on the phone."

"Ew...
Fine.
Pick it up."

Ugh.
I picked my phone up and answered it.
"What's up Mikey."

"Frank?
Look.
I know I was being a total bitch.
I'm really sorry.
Fucking blood...
I think it was all of the blood I had lost.
Dude, please forgive me.
The fans need us.
We rock.
I'm so-"

"Mikey,
It's okay.
I called Berty.
He said to wait for you to come running.
And I did...
And surprisingly, it worked."

"So...
You're not mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at all."

I could practically hear him jump with excitement.
"Hey, Frankles.
Can I talk to Gee?"

I glanced over at Gerard.
Gee had a strange look on his face.
He started to mouth the word "no".

"Sure, Mikey.
He's really anxious to talk to you."

Gerard gave me the I'm-watching-you geisture.

"Here he is."

I handed the phone to Gerard.

Gerard's POV:

"Hey."

"Gee...
I was being a total bitch and you know it.
I regret everything I said.
The fans need us and we are awesome as a band."

"I know Mikey.
I forgive you.
But you have to promise something."

"What?"

"Get better.
We need you for San Diego."

"I'll try.
Even if I have to stand on the streets and say,
'I need blood.
Please donate.'
Thanks Gee."

I smiled.
"Don't worry about it.
Your my brother and I love you."

"Love you too.
I'll tell everyone."

"'Kay."

I closed the phone.
"MCR is back, Frankie."

Frank did a silent 'yay' motion and then climbed into bed with me.
I wrapped my arms around him.

"Good night."

"Good night."