Chapter 11

*A/N: You guys better love me for this chapter, as I have been trying to get through college, learning to drive and write 3 stories surrently... major blind insight and major frerard milestone (sort of).... Love you all and thank you for reading, voting and commenting! xx

Chapter 11

“Gee wake up, you have an appointment today.” I nudge the sleeping prince, he groans and flinches away from me so he can settle his head down onto the soft pink pillow. His hair is now past his shoulders in soft curls and I chuckled at the braid I had made from a few strands, lost in the tangle of his bed hair. He looks like an under-groomed cat that’s been pulled through a hedge backwards.

“Don’t wanna.” He grumbles and shies away from me.

“That leaves me no choice, I’m gonna have to get the bucket…” I say teasingly and edge away from his side of the bed, I had done this once and he didn’t believe me… so that one time I went a got the bucket of ice cold water and tipped it over him.

“No!” He lets out a pained wail and pulls me back to him, I fall not so gracefully on top of him and he gives me a cheeky smile, like every time I made that threat after the first time- he had stopped me.

Our chests meet with an ‘oomph’ and I feel his warm breath flutter across my cheek. “You don’t want to go to the doctor, do you?” I ask quietly, it was the first time I had attended an appointment with him, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was going to get any insight on my enigmatic friend. I think I could call him a friend. He just shakes his head at me, his eyes closed, he holds me a little closer like he had the night I slept in the same bed, and a night almost 3 weeks ago and I hadn’t stayed by his side again. Oh how I wished I could, the morning we woke up wasn’t awkward, we said ‘good morning’ and we made our way downstairs for coffee. That was it.

“I’ll let you get dressed whilst I make breakfast, but if you aren’t downstairs in half an hour, I’ll dump your coffee over your head.” I tease as I climb off him, our hands and feet tangle for a moment but I manage to get off of his bed and stumble my way to his door, missing the feeling of his touch. I miss him just going downstairs. God I’m screwed.

We pull up to the hospital center late, Gerard would only agree to go in if we stopped for a Starbucks on the way there, like a brooding child he sat in the passenger seat nursing his coffee and muttering to himself every two seconds. He then made a point of fumbling his way out of the car till I had to step in and hoist him out of it myself, these times he acted so childish I didn’t know if he was acting or is he was behaving oddly.

“Gerard Way, Doctor Pearson will see you now.” A nurse with a clipboard comes into the small waiting room in the optical part of the center.

“Let’s get this over with.” Gerard grumbles as we stand and he clutches onto my arm as I guide him and follow the nurse; I wondered if Mikey had to put up with this every couple of months- the day he become miserable and uncooperative.

“Hello, Gerard, come in; it’s good to see you again.” A middle aged man greets us from a treatment room, he must be in his forties with his light blonde hair hiding the grey strands at the root, and his blue eyes are wise and warm towards us to suit his jolly manner when he smiles.

“I would say the same doc, but frankly I can’t see.” Gerard grumbles and I gape at him open mouth. I couldn’t believe his cheek.

“Gee, apologize.” I scowl at him slightly embarrassed on his actions, but he doesn’t look at least one bit fazed by my comment.

“Oh don’t worry about that, Gerard and I are good friends, he always gets cranky when he has his monthly.” The doctor says jokily and I give a chuckle over Gerard gruff snort of disregard. “Doctor Pearson.” He holds out his hand for me to shake as I let Gerard go, he seems to know the room well and automatically plonks himself on the medical bed, his feet dangling off the edge.

“Frank Iero, Gerard’s care assistant, roommate and at the moment babysitter. I am sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into him at the moment.” I tell him as I shake his hand, I look to Gee and he pokes his tongue out artfully at me.

“He knows what’s coming so he shows off, especially with you here. Is there anything we should talk about before the procedure?” The doctor sits himself on a movable stool whilst I settle in a chair holding Gerard’s coat almost as if it’s part of me, I’m nervous but I can see Gerard is too which makes me unsettled, I don’t know what’s happening but I don’t question it.

“His nightmares? Are they normal? Coupled with the loss of balance and his spatial awareness?” I ask, those weren’t the only things that worried me but they were the worst.

“Gerard are particularly worried about what Frank mentioned?” The doctor turns to Gerard, I guess it was fair, although it was distressing for me to see I’m sure it was for him to live it.

“He stops the nightmares, they can’t hurt me anymore.” Is all he says, he’s quiet and I watch at the doctor nods in understanding and then pulls a metal tray over from the corner of the room. “Frankie.” I hear a whimper and I’m suddenly alert, to my feet and to Gerard side. “No.” he replies, and pushes me away so I stand in apprehension.

“Ready Gerard?” Pearson asks with a fine needle attached to a clear syringe in his hand, a cotton swab in the other and I wonder if it’s a simple blood test.

Until I see Gerard take his glasses off.

The iris of his eyes is almost nonexistent, filled with a murky black color and I see the slightest glimmer of gold, I’m thrown back a little at how they make him ‘Gerard’ and how I don’t think I could go a day without seeing his eyes, they just make his face, he’s handsome- beautiful even.

“You should have come last month, the blood has clotted; if we don’t drain them you know you could lose it all.” Pearson reprimands Gerard, I stay silent, I watch as the needle sinks into Gerard’s open eyes. It’s like in A Clockwork Orange, I shiver at I watch it inserted into his eye and I look away from fear of his pain.

But then I see Pearson pull back the syringe, thick dark blood runs into the white and I watch at it begins to drain away from his eye, after doing both eyes, he reveals bright clear hazel orbs. I can feel him looking at me, they look so expressive and intrusive. So stunning, I am surprised at how vibrant they are, how they suit him unlike my murky green ones they are golden speckled.

 “When the hyphema builds up in the eye is alters the level of blindness, which is why you’ve been experiencing the stumbling and so on, it’s the called the ‘eight ball’ effect. From now on make sure you come to all your appointments Gerard.”  Pearson explains as he clears up and leaves the room for a moment.

“I didn’t want you to see them like this.” Gerard says calm and quiet, worryingly so and I step forward to touch him in comfort.

“Why didn’t you say? It can’t be helping that you let them get like that, you were in pain why didn’t you tell me?” I tell him so quietly, I pull his head to my chest, and for once I am taller than him. I hide a little smile at the acknowledgment. He clings to me, holding me, as my chin rests on the top of his head.

“I didn’t want you to see them, it leaves so many questions, they are so ugly.” He mumbles into my chest, I feel him raise his trembling hand up to his eye and covers them.

“They are more beautiful than you think.” I say into the room. If only you could understand. If only you didn’t make me feel things I shouldn’t feel.

In a moment’s notice, as if he could hear my thoughts, Gerard turns his head up to me, I hold onto his face trying to search those molten eyes of his but all I see is a white mist in the pupil, an almost non-existent milky film over the cornea and redness in the corner of his eyes as he squinted up at me. It was as if we were magnets, we moved in, I don’t know how he knew but we were closer and closer- connected.

“Oh umm… sorry, am I interrupting something?”