Inside My Arms

A great rage of pain came splinting
through my head
and my chest.

I heard voices.
But couldn't move.
Or speak.

"I don't know Gerard. The last time she was in the hospital bed was when she was fifteen."

I recognized that voice.
It was Frank's.

"Yeah, I remember that. I saw the ambulance carrying her out."

And that would be Gerard's.

"You did? I thought you guys were like enemies back then," Frank said.

"No. We just didn't talk."

"How come?" Frank asked.

"I don't know actually," Gerard replied.

"Y'know. It's because of her fucking father's fault that Polly's the way she is. I'm actually fucking glad that bastard killed himself."

I could hear Frank's voice rising.

"Frank, what happened with her father?"

Never never never would I let this conversation go too far.
I struggled to make a sound.
But it didn't work.

I tried opening my eyes.
The light burning my vision.
The room swirling.

I blinked a several times.
Frank and Gerard saw my movement.
Rushed towards me.

Frank's face was pink.
His face becoming red.
I tried to smile.
And sit up.

I cringed out in pain.
My chest feeling like
a million razors dogged into my skin.

It hurt so much
that I started to cry.

Frank and Gerard's face with worried expression.

"What's wrong?"
They asked at the same time.

My throat was raspy.
I coughed a few times.
My voice coming back to me.

"My chest...it's hurting," I cried out.

Frank started to smile.
He was now fully red.
He hugged me.
I winced.

He started to cry.
I couldn't stand it.

"Polly, please donn't do-o thiss ttt-o me-ee ev-eerr ag-aain," he stuttered out.

"What happened?"

"You had a heart attack. The doctor had surgery on your chest to take out all the drugs. I'm so sorry for not helping you earlier."

"Frankie, don't be sorry. It was my fault anyway," I comforted him.

He grinned and hugged me again.
Only, careful not to hurt me again.

Gerard was standing.
With a frown on his face.

He walked over.
And took my hand.
To kiss it gently with his lips.

I got shivers.

"Don't ever do that," he said.

I nodded.

I looked towards Frank.

"When am I getting out?"
I asked.

"I just need to tell the Doctor you're awake. I think you should be getting out in five days."