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This is What We Call a Tragedy	By : ShotgunSheri Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-This is What We Call a Tragedy
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- 9-Ch 9
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I woke up not too long later, my chest feeling tight. My breathing was shallow, and something didn’t feel right. “Frank,” I managed to say, my voice sounded a million miles away.

He didn’t respond, he was still sleeping beside me and my tone wasn’t loud enough to be head. “Frank,” I tried again, trying to breathe calmly and deeply, but failing to inhale enough air.

I felt my hand squeeze his arm tightly, causing him to jump, “Ow, shit, Liz!” he said in an annoyed manner before realizing something was wrong. His eyes widened, “Lizzi, Lizzi, what’s wrong!?”

I began to have a coughing fit, I could feel the blood rising in my throat, and I started to choke on it. Frank turned white and rolled me on my side quickly, as I watch myself coughing the blood onto the sheets of the hotel bed. It hurt so bad to cough like that. I suddenly felt this desperation, that something was seriously wrong. Frank was yelling to me and I could barely hear him; I watched his lips move but his voice sounded like a whisper to my ears, I wanted to scream. I tried to tell him everything would be fine, but I couldn’t speak, and I was pretty sure I was going to die... And for some reason, in the middle of all the pain that was consuming me, death seemed like a much better sentence than this... Everything seemed to move further away and soon I felt completely unattached to myself, as my body went into convulsions and Frank’s lips moved with panic, his eyes glossing over.

The next thing I remember I was greeted by blinding lights, causing me to squint my eyes, a figure stood over me, but everything was blurry. “Here she is,” the voice said softly. “Welcome back to us,” he continued as his face came into focus. I noticed it was a middle aged man wearing a white lab coat, clearly a doctor. “Can you understand me, Elizabeth?” he asked. I felt my head move slightly in a nod, I could feel an oxygen tube in my nose, and an IV in my hand. “Good, good. You’re lucky your friend called us when he did, you would’ve died. You had three broken ribs, one of which was putting pressure on your lungs, you also had quite a bit of internal bleeding. Along with both of those, you suffered a dislocated wrist and shoulder, multiple lacerations to the face and head, multiple bruises and head trauma and bruising to the pelvis, indicating rape. Mr. Iero told us you were jumped, is this true? You can tell us if he did this, we’ll be sure to protect you from him.”

“Frank didn’t do this, he’d never,” I rasped. “He was with me when I was... jumped, he got hurt too,” I managed to say, “but not as bad.”

The doctor nodded, “Can you give authorities a description of the perpetrators?”

Oh yeah, sure, they’re all vampires... “No,” I lied, “I can’t remember...” He nodded and jotted something down on his papers. “Can I see Frank now, please?”

Another nod. “Sure,” he said before disappearing.

A minute or two later, Frank walked his. His eyes froze on me and relief washed over his face, “Oh, thank god...”

“Hey Franky,” I said giving a smile. It hurt to do that.

“They had to revive you, then give you emergency surgery... I was so scared,” he said in barely a whisper.

“I’m sorry Franky...” I said in a shaky voice, my eyes beginning to burn slightly as a few tears formed.

“For what?” he asked, touching my hand tenderly.

“I was ready to give up... I knew I was going to die, and I wasn’t scared about never waking up,” I whimpered.

His thumb caressed the top of my hand, “It’s okay... It’s not your fault, babe...”

There was an awkward silence as we both locked eyes deeply for a moment. His lips moved closer to mine, before making contact softly and sweetly. I put my hand to the back of his head to hold in the kiss for a second before we broke away. “I’m sorry,” I blurted. “I didn’t mean to---”

“Yes you did,” he said cutting me off before looking at the ground, slightly ashamed. “But, so did I...” he whispered. “Is that wrong? Does it make me a bad person to love you, when Jamia just died?” he asked looking scared and confused.

I took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “It doesn’t feel wrong... I mean, I guess we’ve always been in love to an extent, but you loved Jamia more...”

“I don’t think I did...” he whispered, clutching his head now. “I loved her... but not like this... I love her like I should have loved you, I loved her like a friend... I just didn’t want to hurt her...” he said, crying a bit. “And because I was still with her, they killed her! She would’ve died if I wasn’t engaged to her,” he said in a whisper.

“It’s not your fault Frank, don’t try and say it is,” I whispered, he gave a slight nod. “How long have I been in here?” I asked after brief silence.

“Two days,” Frank answered. “It’s about 10am... Becks and her friend and co-hunter, Steve are outside... They’re really cool... They’ve been staking out the hospital for us. Jess and Nick have been looking for the guys... They got to the cemetery the night you were rushed here, and the door to the mausoleum had been broken down. Then they went to my house, it was trashed. We don’t know where they are, and we’re trying to get you out of here, but they won’t release you yet.”

“Frank, I need to get out of here before nightfall, or they’ll find us for sure,” I said in a panicked whisper. “All hell will break loose.” I took a deep breath and pulled the tube out of my nose, coughing and gagging as it came out, before sneezing. That made Frank to laugh for the first time in days.

“That was disgusting and adorable at the same time,” he noted as I rose a brow.

“Loser...”

“But you leeerrrrrrrrrv me,” he responded, like he always did when I called him that. It made our situation feel almost normal for a brief minute.

“What floor are we on?” I asked before pulling the IV out.

“First... Liz, are you sure you’re okay?” Frank asked, concerned.

I nodded, “It could be the morphine, but I just feel sore... I can breathe though, that’s always a good sign.”

“True,” Frank said as the doctor came in.

“What’s going on?” he asked, looking angry.

“I’m leaving... If I leave now, will I die?” I asked.

“Well, no, but I want to keep you for another night. We removed the fluid from your lungs and stopped the bleeding when you got in, but you should stay under observation for at least another day or so before going home and being put on bed rest,” he answered, looking over the files.

“Unless it is a lethal danger to my health, you can’t stop me from leaving. I can breathe on my own and I’ll have people looking after me... I’m leaving today,” I mumbled.

The doctor gave me a stubborn look before sighing, “Fine, let me get you a prescription for some painkillers and the paperwork to discharge you, but only if you can walk.”

I grumbled and sat up, I’ll admit, it hurt a bit, but not nearly as much as it had two days ago, and hell... I escaped psycho vampires that day. I then proceeded to stand up, feeling a breeze on my rear from the back of the hospital gown. “Don’t look at my butt Frank,” I grumbled.

“Been there, done that,” he said, rolling his eyes.

I walked to the bathroom, backing into it for modesty’s sake, where I saw my clothes, “See, I can walk! Can I change now!?”

The doctor nodded, “I’ll release you...”

“Thank God...” I muttered, sticking my tongue out at Frank. “Ha! I backed into the bathroom, you couldn’t see my butt,” I teased, shaking my hips in a mocking fashion.

Frank burst into laughter. “Liz, there’s a mirror behind you!”

“Aw, fuck.”
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