Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! I NEVER WILL! IT'S FAKE! (as far as I know anyway...) Note: Yes I know the title is an Interpol song, but if you keep it playing in you head throughout the first chapter, you might get it. For those of you who have already read my Chapter 2 previously on the MCR forum, I changed it because i felt it relied too heavily on the "Traveler's Tale" from fruits basket. edited to make it better, yet shortened because of it. Thanks!

Chapter 1

The scent of pill residue filled his nose as the room spun in some sort of drunken waltz. The vertigo was unbearable, as the room heaved and the walls bled. The music beat with his pulse as he felt the blood drain out of his face. The last thing he remembered, was being pushed past the horrid faces by his brother. Inside the white tiled bathroom, his eyes rolled into the numbing recesses of his mind.

"Frank!"

I turned to find one of the head nurses walking toward me. Apparently Carlos was ill this evening and wouldn't be coming in. She added his rooms to mine and clicked back down the hallway. Muttering my obvious displeasure, I began my final checks for the night. Room number 676 was at the end of the hall. The room was a pale blue that only comes from the moonlight. I picked up his records and thumbed through them. Gerard Way-O.D.; condition unchanged for nine days.

Red roses adorned his table. My eyes scanned over his face, and followed the tubes leading out of him. I could see the fluid exchange, keeping him hydrated. The open blinds sent bars of blue light over his body. I concentrated on his chest as it rose and fell to the heart monitor. I found myself wondering about the color of his eyes and the sound of his voice. I quickly shook my head and secured the blankets around him. Gazing at the intriguing form, I closed the door behind me.

Chapter 2

From then on, I found myself making excuses to care for Gerard. One time i walked in to find his mother whispering his name repeatedly behind her tissue. I finished changing his fluid bags and left. His mother left soon after I did. She doesn't come up much anymore. Work, or perhaps guilt makes her stay away. His brother ususally comes on Sundays. It has already been three Sundays since I saw Gerard.

I always saved him for last. He deserved my utmost attention, and I enjoyed giving a damn about something. Sometimes, I would read or hum a tune to him. Other times I just spoke to him. There isn't much to say to a listener. I explained life, love, aliens, the mechanics of a giant robot; anything that popped into my mind.

I wished he would open his eyes. I knew what they looked like, it was my job to check his vitals; but I wanted him to actually see me. I wanted to see his mind at work as he formulated plans and tore them down again. I wanted to know why this boy needed pills to make the pain go away. What broke his mind?

The heart heals, but the mind never forgets. Like a snowflake on your bare palm; it disappears, but you remember the image.

I was thinking too hard again... I don't even know this boy.

I patted his hand and got up to leave, when I felt a finger hook around mine. I looked over to see the same serene look, only his pinky held on loosely. The moon's bars fell over his eyes and lips. Realizing this could be my only chance, I leaned into the light and kissed his blue lips. They were wonderfully warm and soft, quite a surprise for being unconcious for about five weeks. I cursed myself for falling in love with a comatose boy, but I allowed myself a smile that spread over my cheeks. I left that night, confident you would wake up.

Chapter 3

Gerard's POV

I woke up in and unfamiliar bed. Where was that light coming from? Where am I? I opened my eyes to a dimly lit hospital room. The smell of medicine and sterilization invaded my nostrils. A hospital...so I'm not dead. I was somewhat surprised and oddly releived. I heard a rustle, and then my doorknob turned.

My mother walked into my room. She looked frailer than before. My brother followed close behind her. His hair was shorter, and he looked like he was going to keel over. They tossed a greeting to me out of habit. I tried to greet them, but my tongue was cemented to my mouth. Together, they opened my shades to the bright spring sun. I illicted the sound of obvious distaste. My mother whirled around, mouth agape, before rushing me. My brother stood frozen, hand stuck to the blind wand. Slowly he turned around, lips tight, as the glare hid his eyes behind the black frames.

"Don't ever, ever do that again."

Then he walked over to my bed and hugged me tightly.

I felt so loved, yet...guilty. I let them hold on to me as long as they wanted. Lunch came, went, and was disgusting. The doctor came in soon afterward. He wanted to keep me here for a bit longer. They were concerned as to why I would take so many...um...non-perscription drugs.

When I think about it, the whole deal is kind of embarassing. Obviously, I had a bit of a problem. The doctor said that the drugs were basically flushed out of my system during the course of five weeks.

"Five weeks?"

The doctor nodded solemnly. I've been out of it longer than I thought. He said that most of the time that people live through an O.D. recover quickly. Keeping them from going back is the hard part.

After the parading of visitors, it was finally time for sleep. It claimed me quickly as i fell back into it's comfortable embrace.

Sometime during the course of the night, I heard someone come in and tuck me in. I heard them whisper something about "no more fluid bags..." I could feel how close they were to my body. When I heard them close the blinds, I caught a quick glace of his side profile. He looked about my age. He also looked very attractive in the moonlight. I quickly shut my eyes as i felt him pause by my bed.

"Good night, Gerard."

I kept my eyes closed. I'm supposed to be sleeping right? Once the door shut I opened my eyes again. The room was dark again saved a few slits of light outside still. I'll be here a little while more. I hope he comes back.

Chapter 4

I awoke to the sound of my mother and brother wheeling in my meal. I smiled faintly and picked at the concoction called hospital breakfast. The orange wept as i poked it and my toast could have been a piece of the Berlin wall for all I know. I ate it to satisfy my family.

Lunch also came, went, and was equally disgusting. My doctor chose this time to walk in. He said that it was a beautiful day out, and that he would like it if I would go outside for a bit. It sounded like a wonderful idea. Of course, the hidden motive was to get me out so I could see that there was a world worth living for. I already knew this drill. I've probably seen more doctors, than he has patients. My brother helped me get ready as my nurse arrived.

There was a small park right across the street from the hospital. Sleeping for so long has made it a little difficult to move, so they insisted on a wheelchair. My nurse was very plain, and she hada white shaw on. It was around the middle of May, and the trees were still blooming. The wind was a welcome caress to the back of my neck.

My nurse greeted a boy eating lunch. His smile was rather nice, and I liked his scrubs. I don't think he saw me because the shrubbery hid me from view. I found him intriguing, more than this boring lady. She wheeled over to a nearby bench, and started working with me. First she had me rotate and clench my hands a few times. Next, I stretched up. The blue was a shocking contrast to palor of my skin. I relished in the popping noises I made. After moving my legs around a bit, my nurse helped me stand up. I was amazed at the feel of my own weight. Slowly, we walked around the park for a while until she decided that we should head back.

We were almost out of the park, when I felt a blow to the back of my head. I fell forward, and I heard my nurse scream. On the ground, I came face to face with a soccer ball. Strong hands flipped me over, and asked if I was alright. My eyelids fluttered open against the bright sunlight. I made out the shape of that male nurse...the same one from last night, and also the one eating in the park. He helped me into my wheelchair and dusted me off. My ego was more damaged than my head.

Chapter 5

(Frank's POV)

It sure was a beautiful day out. I was eating lunch in the park today, it was toonice to be in that hospital all day. I looked up to see one of the nurses pass by.

"Hey, Cara."

"Oh, hello Frank."

The bushes obscured my vision of the passenger, but i just assumed it was just Mrs. Parkson. Cara made some sort of comment about the weather and then continued on her way. I happily continued eating my sandwhich.

I downed the last of my soda, when I heard kids approaching. The thud of a foot against a ball was quickly followed by a scream. Being a nurse and all, I rushed over to find Cara in hysterics, and Gerard on the ground. I rushed to his side and pulled him into his wheelchair. I left Cara behind to chew the kids out.

We made our way back into the hospital. Gerard looked a little sad at the sudden lack of space. He was so pale, he matched our linoleum flooring. His hair was longer than I had originally thought, and was in desperate need of a dye job. Other than that though, he was quite pleasant and attractive. He smelled nice, especially compared to the stench of disease and cleaning supplies. Wheeling him back into his room, he rose and climbed back into bed. He asked for his pajamma bottoms. Once I tucked him in, he struck up conversation.

"So, your name is Frank."

"Yeah." I fluffed his pillow a bit more.

"I'm Gerard."

"A pleasure."

"How long have you been taking care of me?"

I froze at the question as I felt blood rush into my face.

"I like your tattoos."

"T-Thank you."

"I bet your piercings aren't regulation either."

"No, and you should rest now, you've had plenty of excitement."

"Do you say that to everyone you take care of?"

"Nope."

"You're lying."

"Possibly, see ya later." I smiled at his _expression as I walked out the door.

I slammed the door shutbehind me. Breathing against the hallway, I tried to collect myself. This boy really is something else. His voice is better than I ever imagined it to be. His eyes were thatwonderful shade of hazel where it could be any color you wanted it to be. Outside they shone bluer than the sky, and inside they were emeralds against the stark white. I wonder if they would be black in the moonlight.

His movementswere soliquid compared to the robotic motions of the doctors and nurses. He made me think of a cat. I wonder what he sings like. Does he dance good?What does he like to eat? What does he listen to? What makes him happy? These were all things I needed to know, but was too afraid to ask. How could I? It seems like he sees right through me. No one ever has been able to penetrate like this in such a short period oftime. I scares me half to death, andthrills me to the bone. This boy is either going to save my life, or end it.

To Be Continued...