Remember Me \Chapter Two/

Gerard slowly opened his eyes, looking around the room he was in. He could tell it was a hospital room, but it didn't have any machines or anything in it, just the bed he was lying on and a small couch in the corner of the room.

“Ah, hello, Gerard.” a nurse with blond curly hair walked in, holding a glass of water that she set on a bedside table next to Gerard. She pulled a chair that was leaning against the wall a bit closer to the bed and sat down. “How are you feeling?”

“Um, fine,” Gerard said, sitting up slowly and rubbing his head a little. “My head hurts a little though.”

“That's good to hear.” the nurse said, smiling. “We were pretty sure you were going to be okay, but we brought you here just I case.”

Gerard nodded a little, realizing the pain in his head was a lot different than what it had been like earlier on stage, and the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach had gone away. Wait... The concert! He remembered Frank kissing him, and then falling off the stage, and then him jumping off in fear. Gerard wanted to ask the nurse about what happened after that, and about what happened to Frank, but the words just weren't coming out of his mouth.

The nurse must have noticed his scared expression, because she immediately was able to answer Gerard's questions. “You passed out just before we got there, and both you and Frank were taken to the hospital. Frank is...” she hesitated for a moment, and then spoke again. “He's fine.”

Gerard's heart sank. Not only did she hesitate when saying that, but she didn't sound sure about it at all. “What happened?” he asked worriedly.

“Nothing, don't worry. Frank is just fine.” she said, smiling a little.

“He's not fine! I can tell you're lying!” Gerard yelled, starting to tear up a little. “What happened!?”

The nurse sighed a little. “I'm not exactly sure, you see. All I know is that he got quite the head injury from falling off that stage.”

“Who can tell me what happened?!” Gerard asked quickly, his voice shaking.

“I can get a doctor if you l-”

“Go!” he said immediately. “Go now!”

The nurse quickly stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Gerard sat for a moment, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm down. He tried to tell himself that Frank was going to be fine, but thinking about Frank just made him start to cry again. Gerard buried his head in his hands, wishing that Frank was there to comfort him, but, of course, he wasn't, so Gerard just had to get through the tears without him.

After a few minutes, Gerard had calmed down, and the nurse came through the door, followed by a male doctor. Gerard smiled a little, still feeling scared and sad, and the doctor smiled back, sitting down in the chair next to the bed, as the nurse remained standing.

“Hello, Gerard.” the doctor said, still smiling.

“H-Hi...” Gerard stammered, shaking, now realizing that this was when he would find out what happened to Frank.

“You're wondering about your friend Frank?” the doctor asked, and Gerard nodded. “Ah, well, he's fine... mostly.” Gerard took a deep breath and braced himself for the worst. “You see, you were asleep for about three days. Frank was in a coma for one day, and he woke up about mid afternoon the next day. He asked about you, and we told him you were fine, just resting in here. He fell back asleep eventually, and woke up again last night. He doesn't remember anything except for a few memories of grade school.”

Gerard was silent for a moment, zoned out. The strange feeling started to come back, and then Gerard started to cry. He buried his head in his hands again, and after a few seconds, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see the doctor, looking a him sympathetically. Gerard shoved the doctor's hand away as he sobbed on, the thought of Frank having amnesia sinking in. He tried to calm down, but it was so hard. After a while, he was able to stop crying, but his breath remained shaky.

“H-He doesn't remember anything...?” Gerard asked after a few more seconds.

The doctor shook his head. “I'm really sorry Gerard, but no. He remembers who his parents are, but that's pretty much it.”

“I-I... Can I s-see him...?” Gerard asked, trying to keep it together.

“Of course.” the doctor replied. “Just come out of the room when you're ready.” he smiled and left, along with the nurse.

Gerard took another deep breath, and pushed back the covers of the bed. He stood up, grabbing onto the chair for support. For the first time, he noticed he was wearing a hospital gown. He didn't mind much, especially not at this time, but it just never occurred to him until then. After a minute or two, he let go of the chair and was able to walk, but he had to go slow. Gerard walked over to the door and opened it, walking out, where he saw the nurse waiting.

“Ready?” she asked. He nodded, and she started to walk, with Gerard following.

He watched as they passed a series of rooms before the nurse stopped in front of a closed door. She opened it slowly, and moved to the side to let Gerard walk inside.

The room was very different than what Gerard's was like, with a few machines and no couch. There were a few more chairs inside, and the room looked a lot more plain. Gerard's eyes landed on Frank, who was lying on the hospital bed, staring up at he ceiling. His hair was messy and he looked tired and sad, and there was a tube connected to his arm. Gerard also noticed that his head was wrapped in an ace bandage, which made Gerard cringe a little.

The nurse gestured for him to sit down in a chair next to the bed, and Gerard did, taking slow, deep breaths.

“Now, I'll leave you two alone.” the nurse said. “If you need me, click the red button.” she pointed to a button on one of the machines that read 'nurse call' above it. Gerard nodded, and she walked out, closing the door behind her.

Once she was gone, Frank turned to Gerard and stared for a moment. Gerard's heart was breaking right then and there, shattering into tiny, little pieces, but he said nothing. Finally, after two minutes or so, Frank spoke.

“You're the one they keep talking about, aren't you...” he said quietly. “Gerald... or something.”

“Gerard,” Gerard corrected, smiling slightly.

“Right, right...” Frank said, turning his head the other way.

Gerard started to shake more, feeling the pain in his head and the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach coming back. Frank would never be the same again, no, never. He might never, ever, ever remember Gerard ever, and that thought scared Gerard more than anything ever had. He had been holding back the tears for what seemed like years, and he couldn't stand it anymore. He started to breath heavily, and then, the tears came. Frank stayed put, hardly moving as Gerard cried and choked. A few minutes of sobbing later, Frank turned to face Gerard, and then reached for a tissue from his bedside table.

“Here,” Frank said quietly, handing it to Gerard.

“Th-Thanks...” Gerard said, choking back the tears for a few seconds before continuing to cry, burying his face in his hands and into the tissue.

Frank didn't know what to think of this. People had told him over and over that he knew this man, that he had known this man for a long, long time, and that they were in a band together, but Frank just couldn't believe it. Gerard didn't look any bit familiar to him, but apparently they knew each other. Now Frank was staring right at this Gerard guy, who was sobbing. Frank assumed it was because Gerard didn't remember him, and it was making Frank feel really sad and guilty, but no matter how hard he tried, he just could not remember Gerard.

Finally, Gerard started to calm down a little, and his crying stopped, but his breathing was still shaky. He was trying so hard to not think about the fact the Frank may never ever remember him, but he tried as hard as he could. Gerard couldn't not think about it though, so he started to talk.

“Um, y-yeah, I'm Gerard Way, and um, I s-sing and stuff...” Gerard said, trying to smile.

“Hey... I'm Frank...” Frank's voice faded away as he tried to remember his last name.

“Iero,” Gerard finished for him, nodding a little.

“Right, I'm Frank Iero,” Frank said nodding a little.

“Y-Yeah, I know...” Gerard said, still smiling a little.

“I, um, am in a band...?” Frank asked.

Gerard nodded. “Rhythm guitarist... and you sing too, backup. In My Chemical Romance.”

“I... I don't know how to play though...”

“Yes, you d-do... You'll remember.” Gerard said, trying not only to reassure Frank, but himself as well.

Frank nodded a little, looking back up at the ceiling. “Gerard...?” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“Hm?”

“Can I call you Gee?”

“Y-Yeah, of course you c-can...”

~

“Mr. Way? Gerard?”

Gerard opened his eyes to a dark room. Frank's room. The lights were out, and the one window in the room was open, and it was obviously nighttime. Gerard looked to his side to see a nurse kneeling down next to the chair Gerard was sitting in, smiling, with a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, hey,” Gerard whispered.

“Would you like to go back to your hospital room?” she asked sweetly.

Gerard wanted to stay with Frank, but he soon realized he really didn't have a choice. He nodded and stood up, walking over to the door and opening it. He walked out, followed by the nurse. The nurse closed it behind them quietly and started to walk, Gerard following.

“You can go home tomorrow, but you can come visit your friend here anytime that you'd like.” she said as they walked. “Also, we have it arranged that you and your band, especially you, will be looking after him after he leaves the hospital. Your brother suggested that.”

“Okay, yeah,” Gerard said, happy to hear that Frank wasn't going to have to go back to New Jersey and live with his parents.

Once they reached Gerard's room, the nurse opened the door and let Gerard in. He sat down on the bed, and the nurse turned on the light.

“Your brother brought over some more comfortable clothing yesterday, and it's right over there.” she said, pointing to a small pile of clothes on the couch. “Do you need anything else?”

Gerard shook his head after a moment. “No, thank you.” he said, and the nurse nodded, turning off the light and walking out, closing the door behind her.

Gerard fell backward onto his bed, sighing. He felt completely fine health wise, but his heart seemed to hurt. He just felt so, so sad and upset, so much that it was almost unbearable. Eventually he stood up, walking over to the couch and grabbing his clothes, and then into the bathroom. He took a quick shower and then put on the clothes Mikey had brought for him. He almost cried again when he realized they were the exact same clothes that he wore before the concert just a few days earlier, but he choked the tears back.

Gerard walked out of the bathroom and got into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

~

Gerard woke up the next morning and looked around the room. He immediately remembered where he was, and took a deep breath when he remembered Frank. Gerard turned his head to see Mikey sitting in the chair next to his bed.

“Hey, Gee,” he said, smiling a little.

“Hi, Mikes, what are you d-doing here?” Gerard asked, trying not to stammer to much.

“You're here without a car, remember?” Mikey replied. “I have to drive you to our hotel.”

“Oh, right.” Gerard said, sitting up.

“You're feeling all right, right?” Mikey asked.

Gerard nodded. “Yeah, just tired.” He wasn't completely lying.

“Okay, let's go.” Mikey said, smiling a little.

“Alright, yeah,” Gerard replied, standing up.

They walked out of the room and into the waiting room, where Mikey proceeded to check Gerard out. Once he finished, the two started to walk out, until Gerard remembered something.

“Wait, Mikey, I just need to do something really quick.” Gerard said, walking quickly towards Frank's room.

He stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath, and then opened it. Frank was awake, staring at the ceiling again. He looked at Gerard, but didn't smile or say anything.

“This won't make sense to you,” Gerard said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wrinkled note that he ha put in there before the concert a few days before. “But I want you to read it. I wrote it for you, and even if you won't know what it's about, it's yours.” Gerard handed Frank the paper and walked out of the room before Frank could say anything else.

Gerard sat silently in the car as Mikey drove. There was no music, no talking, just the sound of breathing. Gerard wanted to ask Mikey if he rented the car, but Gerard decided to just assume that he did and not say anything. After about ten minutes, Mikey finally spoke.

“Okay, we're almost there.” he said. “Um, Ray's room is on the fourth floor and so is mine. You can see the room numbers when we get there. Your room is on the eighth floor, and, um, I hope it's okay, but we're gonna have Frank in that room later, you know, because he'll need some help with things.”

Gerard nodded a little. “Okay...” he said quietly, and then went quiet again.

A few minutes later, Mikey parked the car in the parking garage and got out. Gerard did the same, following Mikey down the steps and into the hotel. It wasn't fancy, but it definitely was a nice place.

“All your stuff is in your room, along with your phone and laptop and stuff. Here's the room key.” Mikey handed him the card room key. “You all set?”

Gerard nodded, and Mikey smiled, walking into a small cafe area, leaving Gerard alone. Gerard looked at the card and saw what his room number was. He nodded to himself slowly, and entered the elevator. He pressed the '8' button and waited until the elevator got to the eighth floor. When it did, he got off and walked to his room, unlocked the door, and walked inside. There was a small kitchen near the entryway and a room with a TV and a couch. On the left side, there was a bed room with a door leading to another bedroom and one bathroom. In the bedroom farthest away, Gerard could see his suitcase on the bed. He walked into the room and sat down, unzipping the first pocket on his suitcase to get out his phone. Gerard held his breath as he opened twitter, afraid of the many tweets about Frank that he was about to see. He looked under his mentions tab and saw various tweets, all different, but all about the same thing.

“Is Frank okay!? Are you okay!?”

“Were you guys faking???”

“Is this real!?”

“Are you and Frank dating now?”

“I hope you and Frank are okay...”

“Please tell us Frank and you are fine!”

“Were you guys drunk during that concert??”

Gerard scrolled through many more, all along the same lines. Then, he took a deep breath and started to type.

Hey, guys. I'm totally fine, and so is Frank. Frank just got a pretty hard hit to the head, so he's recovering at the moment, but no serious harm was done. Please don't worry too much about us! And no, we're not dating, and no, we weren't drunk.

Gerard posted the tweet, pretty happy with it, and hoping that the fans would stop worrying and that they would believe it. He wasn't completely lying, not really lying at all, but there was one big part that made the whole thing a lie. The part about Frank being totally fine. But Gerard knew that he shouldn't post anything about the amnesia, not yet at least.

A few minutes after Gerard posted the tweet, he heard a knock on the door. He stood up and opened it to see his manager.

“Hello, Gerard,” he smiled brightly, seeming to be trying to cheer Gerard up. It wasn't working.

Gerard sighed a little. “Hey...” he didn't feel like talking, but he knew he was going to have to.

“Let's sit down, shall we?” the manager didn't wait for a reply. He walked inside and sat down on the couch, waiting for Gerard. Eventually, Gerard came to sit down next to him. “Now, Gerard, you probably have realized that Frank will not be going home or anything, correct?” Gerard nodded. “Okay, and you do realize that he will be staying in your hotel room with you?” Gerard nodded again. “Okay, good. His parents will be coming to visit him this week, but he'll mostly be in the hospital. On Friday, he can leave the hospital and join you here.”

Gerard nodded once more. “So no tour?”

The manager hesitated for a moment. “We're going to try to continue as soon as possible, and that means if Frank doesn't remember how to play guitar in about a week or a little more, we're going to have to teach him.”

“Okay... So Ray will teach him?”

“Yes, mostly. But you're also going to have to help.” the manager explained. “Now, I just wanted to talk to you about that, so I'll be leaving now. Make sure to visit Frank at the hospital as many times as you can so he can feel more comfortable about staying with you.”

Gerard simply nodded again as the manager stood up and left the hotel room. He sat on the couch for a little while longer, and then walked over to his bed. He grabbed his phone and checked the date. Okay... It's Monday and Frank is out of the hospital on Friday. Gerard then proceeded to rehearse what the manager had told him about what will be going on just so he knew he could remember it right. However, his thoughts were interrupted by his phone buzzing. He had gotten a text from Mikey.

Hey, I can drive you to the hospital to visit Frank if you want.

Gerard quickly replied.

Yeah, that would be great. I'll meet you in the lobby?

He got a reply from Mikey about a minute later.

Okay, see you there.

Gerard knew he needed to visit Frank, but he also just wanted to. He hoped with all of his heart that Frank would remember him, and the band, and how to play the guitar, but Gerard just knew, and even though it broke his heart, he just knew that Frank would not remember.

~.~.~.~