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I'm Right Here	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 6216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He couldn’t breathe. That was the first thing he noticed, he fumbled in his pocket for his inhaler, squirting the vapors into his lungs he tried to take a deep breath. He waited for the tightness in his chest to dissipate; instead it seemed to be getting worse. He tried again to fill his lungs and choked on air. Trying the inhaler again, he coughed violently as the vapors entered his lungs. His chest was getting tighter, the muscles in his throat constricting. He lapsed into a panicked shallow pant that did nothing but increase the noose-like sensation around his neck. He was getting lightheaded, dizzy, and more frightened by the second. He backed against the wall of the bus trying to keep the small room from spinning. Trying to stay calm and failing miserably, Mike fell to his hands and knees as sparks of pain shot through his chest and black dots danced at the corners of his eyes. There was a ringing in his ears, he could hear the pained sounds he was making as he tried to force much needed air into his lungs.

“Mikey!” his brother’s voice cut through the veil of fear around him. Two lean muscled arms wrapped around his heaving chest pulling him towards Gerard’s warm torso.

“Hey, I gotcha’ lil’ bro, I’m right here, breathe. Breathe. Mikey, its okay, I’m right here.” Gerard’s soft whispers murmured reassuringly into Michael’s ear. Mike felt his brother slip his inhaler between his lips, “Deep breath.” He did and finally felt the horrid tightness begin to lessen. His agonized gasps subsided into shallow even breaths and with another dose from the inhaler he was breathing normally. His brother was still talking to him, his breathing soft and even; Mike could feel Gerard’s strong heartbeat against his back. The fear disappeared and a languid calm replaced it. He felt his eyelids grow heavy and in a few minutes was sleeping peacefully against his brother.

“Is he okay now? Should I call 9-1-1 or something?” Frank’s voice was shaky and thin with fear.

Frank was opposite of Gerard huddled against the wall, arms wrapped protectively around his torso. He was scared, Mike’s little episodes always scared him, but this one sent him into a panic. Frank had never seen Mike have and asthma attack like that before, he was surprised he was forming coherent thoughts. Shaking and hugging himself tighter he watched Gerard calmly talk his brother into breathing again.
Usually when Mike’s asthma acted up he took a whiff of his inhaler and he was good as new. Though there were a few times he’s sat down and asked one of the guys to find Gerard, those were pretty scary for the guys but he’d never actually *stopped breathing*.

Frank began shaking all over again as he remembered the glazed look in his friends eyes. Frank had run out of the bus at a full sprint all the way to the stage where Gerard, Bob, and Ray were finishing an interview. He still wasn’t sure what exactly he said, but whatever garbled incoherent words he sputtered had gotten Gerard’s attention and he had followed Frank back to the bus.

Mike’s breath hitched, sending another wave of adrenaline through Frank’s heart. Gerard didn’t bat an eye, but he did turn towards Frank who was having something akin to an anxiety attack.

“Frank, its okay, he’s fine.” Gerard kept his voice velvety, Frank jumped. “Frankie, c’mon its okay.” Gerard carefully shifted his brother to his left side with Mike’s head resting comfortably on his thigh. Mumbling something unintelligible Mike relaxed and stretched out. Frank was still huddled on the other side of the bus looking more and more like a scared animal.
Gerard leaned back against the wall softly stroking his brother’s hair; he knew Mike was fine, now he had to work on calming the terrified guitarist.

“Seriously Frank, I’d go over there but Mike’s a little heavier than he looks.” A small smile flickered across Frank’s face for half a second. Timidly he took a small step towards Gerard and Mike. Very slowly Frank made his way over to the pair and sat down carefully watching Mike the entire time. Gerard reached over and with a small yelp Frank was practically dragged into the singer’s warm embrace. Frank stiffened at the sudden contact, but carefully relaxed resting his head lightly against Gerard’s shoulder. Frank was still shaking when he heard a shuddering breath and tensed, when he felt hot tears stinging the back of his eyes he realized the strained gasps were coming from him.

“Frankie, its okay, he’s alright.” Gerard carefully pulled the young guitarist closer; Frank buried his head into Gerard’s shoulder still crying quietly. After a few minutes his quiet tears subsided and were replaced by deep and even breaths.
Carefully, Gerard reached for his phone, silently flipping it open he found Ray’s number and called.

“Hey, can you come out to the bus?” Gerard’s voice was still silken and soft.

“Gerard? Why are you whispering?”

“Frank and Mike are asleep.”

“Oh. Hey, while we’re sitting here covering for your ass, mind telling me something I can give to the press about your sudden disappearance.” Gerard cringed, he’d forgotten about the press.

“Mikey had an asthma attack.”

“Oh sh-“

“He’s okay now, but he and Frank are sleeping on me so could you…”

“Yeah, I’ll be there, give me five minutes.”
Gerard closed his phone and let the tension slowly drain from his body. Mike hadn’t scared him like that in a long time. He looked down at his little brother and gently ran his fingers through his medium length hair. Frank shuddered and snuggled to Gerard whimpering. Gerard absently began singing a strange melody he’d been trying to work out, Frank relaxed and with a sigh fell deeper into sleep. Shifting to a more comfortable position Gerard eventually sang himself to sleep.

“Hey, Gee, wake up.” Gerard’s eyes fluttered open with the gentle shake that accompanied the soft voice. Sleepy eyes met amused as Bob stood back from the singer.

“C’mon Gee, you got an hour to make yourself presentable to the public.” Bob stuck his hand out to help the singer up. Gratefully Gerard took it.

“What’d you guys do with Mike and Frank?” Gerard looked around searching for the pair.

“We just got here, Frank and Mike were already awake, they’re in the back getting ready.”

“You just got back?” Gerard looked at his watch, “what happened to five minutes?”
Ray stuck his head out of the bunk section scowling, “Once they heard Mike had an asthma attack they wouldn’t let us go. I mean seriously, how many questions can you ask about asthma?” Gerard gave his friend a one armed hug, “I owe you guys.”

“Nah, but don’t blame me if there’s a rumor of you having eleven toes tomorrow.” Ray ducked the pillow Gerard chucked at him and scurried to the instrument section of the bus cackling.
The quiet atmosphere of the bus was soon hyped with anticipation of the upcoming show. Mike had fully recovered from his attack and Frank seemed to have found himself again too. Gerard was twice as hyper with a twenty minute nap, Bob and Ray watched in amusement as their band mates practically vibrated with energy. Finally they left the bus to head backstage, on the way there the friends went through the song order, harassed each other, and just generally acted like a bunch of six year olds on Mountain Dew.

Getting their gear tuned, mics checked, and earpieces set the band could hear the crowd roaring. They sounded like a freight train passing through a tunnel, “Jesus, they’re loud!” Ray was peeking through one of the stage entrances at the packed venue.

“What?” Frank paused next to him and looked as well.

“I said, *they’re loud*!”

“Ohh.” Ray and Frank listened to the insane screaming of the crowd until it was time to line up.

Walking on to the stage Mike was amazed at the sound, it was like backstage had been soundproofed and now they were getting the full effect. He thought they were at top volume as the band was walking out but when they started ‘Disenchanted’ the volume increased tenfold. Throughout the show Mike lost Gerard’s voice several times in each song as the crowd took over. When the beginning notes of ‘I’m Not Okay’ started he lost Gerard altogether for the entire song and most of the next one.

Two songs from the end Mike felt a familiar and dreaded tightening sensation pulse through his chest. Gerard was talking, well actually screaming, to the crowd before the next song started; quickly he pulled out his inhaler and was relieved to feel the tightness disappear. Frank gave him a worried look from across the stage, Mike flashed him a smile and Frank relaxed.

At the start of the last song, ‘Cancer’ a surge of constricting pain ripped through his chest and neck making him cough violently. Trying to take a deep breath he felt like he was breathing through a coffee stirrer. Gasping and trying to stay conscious through the short song Mike’s vision tunneled. The shallow gasps he was taking wasn’t giving him the air he needed, he closed his eyes trying to force his throat to open. He was getting dizzy and he felt heavy, there was only one chord left, once he hit that he could go backstage to the paramedics.

Mike almost unconsciously played the last note; before he blacked out he heard a harsh discordant sound force itself through his oxygen deprived brain. ‘What the he-‘ he was playing the wrong note, a very wrong note ‘shit!’ his chord was clashing horridly with everyone, he wasn’t even remotely close, if Bob had been playing it probably would have rubbed his notes too. Mike felt darkness forcing itself on his mind; he couldn’t remember the right note and was to far gone to even consider finding a compliment to the other chords.
Doing a total improve on the fly Ray and Frank began a crazy duet trying to find a chord that matched the bass. Gerard dropped out turning towards his brother on the other side of the stage, Bob jumped in with an insane, stick-breaking rhythm. Finally Ray and Frank fixed the rub and with a poignant guitar harmony the show ended.

Mike’s bass was heavy; he couldn’t remember it being that heavy when they walked on stage. He was supposed to be doing something, but everything was black, there was a throbbing agony in his chest as his lungs begged him for air. There was loud roaring in his ears, he knew what it was, but it was too much effort to call the memory. His stomach did 360’s as the feeling of falling overtook him. When his head met the stage some of the fog lifted enough for him to realize he’d stopped breathing entirely, then sharp pains cascaded through his chest and he let himself slip into the dark.

When the dark began to fade and finally disappeared Mikey was aware of only the loud annoying beeping and his massive headache. Said beeping sound was like a pile driver in his skull, he groaned and tried to cover his ears. But something heavy was holding his left side down, cautiously opening his eyes Mikey turned and saw messy black hair that rested gently on his brother’s pale cheek, his dark lashes fluttered like moth wings as Gerard slowly woke up. Gerard looked at Mikey for a full five seconds before his tired mind seemed to comprehend that his brother was looking back at him.
Gerard snapped awake, “Mikey, are you okay?” Gerard’s voice was quiet and filled with worry.

“Fine.” Mike winced as his voice rasped painfully, “Where are we?”

“Hospital, you had an acute asthma attack and passed out on stage.” Mike grimaced, that explained the headache and dry throat. He noticed his brother was paler than usual and there were dark smudges under his eyes. “How long have I been out?”

“Only a few hours, they got you here around nine or something, why?”

“You look exhau- Oh; you haven’t washed your makeup off.” Gerard gave him a wry smile and placed a butterfly kiss on his forehead, “Go back to sleep Mikey, you need it.” Mike stuck his tongue out, but let exhaustion take over and fell back into the dark.

The next time Mike woke his headache was gone and he heard what sounded like Ray and Frank quietly arguing with someone in a corner of the room. He turned towards the voices and saw Gerard glaring at Frank and Ray, Ray had a vein throbbing in his forehead, and Frank was fully returning his brother’s murderous look. Mikey had the sinking feeling this had been going on for some time.

“Gee, you’ve been here all night, you need to get some actual sleep.” Ray looked like he was going to strangle him.

“And when’s the last time you ate?” Frank was still glaring at him. Gerard was more stubborn that a mule when he wanted to be. Mike frowned and decided to break up the argument before they tried to kill each other.

“Uh, guys?” His throat didn’t hurt as much as it had but he wasn’t going to push it. Keeping his voice at something a little louder than a whisper he wasn’t surprised when Gerard was the only one to notice. The angry tension left his brother’s body immediately, Ray still looking thoroughly pissed turned to see what Gerard was looking at.

“Hey Mikey.” Ray sounded relieved. Frank turned to look and instantly lit up at seeing his friend awake.

“Hey Mikey!” Yeah, he definitely was happy to see him. Mikey smiled at the exuberant guitarist and turned a disapproving look on his brother.

“What?” Gerard had a confused look on his face.

“When is the last time you ate?” Gerard’s confused look turned into a scowl. Very carefully Mike sat up, he was still a little dizzy but he tried to hide it, if Gerard thought anything was off he’d never go. Crossing his arms he returned his brother’s scowl, “Two hours. Then you can come back and spend all the time you want in here.” Mike’s voice was soft and still a little hoarse but he knew his brother would hear him. Gerard didn’t budge and glared at him, Mike glared back. They stayed like that communicating silently Ray and Frank forgotten until, with a sigh Gerard looked at the door.

“Fine, two hours.” He walked over to Mike and kissed his temple and then, almost regally he glided out the door past Ray and Frank. Frank looked at him with something akin to awe on his face, “How do you do that?” Mike laughed quietly, “You just have to know how to deal with ‘em.”

“I’m gonna deal with ‘em” Ray still had a scowl on his face and was glaring at the door. Mike gave him a bemused look, “What were you guys arguing about?”

“He’s just bein’ his usual stubborn self. He’s gonna be the next one in here if he doesn’t start taking care of himself!” Ray started to rant and Mike grimaced, his brother was notorious for forgetting important things like, eating, sleeping, and staying hydrated when his mind was on something.

“Ray…Ray, Ray!”

“Huh? What?”

“I’ll talk to him, he’s just worried.”

“We’re worried too.” Frank settled next to Mike on the bed, “I know, I honestly don’t know what happened.” Mike stared at the wall in front of him, he didn’t know why all of a sudden his body was hell-bent on putting him six feet under but it scared him. Suddenly he wished Gerard was there, he knew he was safe if he had another attack but he felt vulnerable without him. He hadn’t had a sever asthma attack in years, much less two in one day. He didn’t realize how badly he was shaking until Frank’s warm body snuggled closer to him, “we’re not gonna let anything happen to ya’ Mikey.”

“I seriously don’t know what happened, I took the medicine, used my inhaler…”

Ray walked over to the bed, bad mood forgotten, “Hey chill Mikey, its nothing you did, like Frankie said, we’re not gonna let anything hurt you. Even if it’s the air you’re supposed to breathe.” Mike cracked a smile at Ray’s weak attempt at humor. Still he couldn’t stop shaking, he just wanted to curl up at his home with a good book and forget about everything for awhile. But if he had another attack…a shiver of fear ran down his spine, he didn’t want to be alone, he silently wished for time to speed up, for Gerard’s two hours to be up and to see him come striding through the door. ‘He’ll be back, probably an hour early, you know he won’t leave you alone for long.’ Mike’s mind reasoned with him but he was still afraid, he leaned further into Frank who wrapped his arms protectively around the bassist. Frank desperately tried to think of something to distract his terrified friend, when the door opened all three looked over to see Bob walk into the room.

“Hey, who wants some real food instead of this hospital crap?” Bob held up two Arby’s bags, Mike gave a shaky laugh, “I do, this shit tastes like cardboard.”

An hour later when Gerard quietly opened the door to his brother’s room he saw Frank sleeping in the same place he’d been last night, Ray and Bob were in the other two chairs in the room dozing lightly. Gerard smirked, ‘now who needs to get some sleep?’ He walked past them over to Mikey who was staring absently at the white wall in front of him lost in thought.

“Mikey.” His voice was the same velvety soft it had been the day before. Mike blinked and looked at him, “You still have forty-five minutes.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“Only if you take me with you.” Mikey felt his hands beginning to shake again. Gerard’s eyes narrowed when he noticed, he was quickly on his brother’s other side. Gerard sat on the bed and carefully pulled his shaking brother into his lap. Mike wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his head into his chest. He felt Gerard’s steady heartbeat and even breathing, his shaking lessened to the occasional tremor.

“I’m right here Mikey. I love you.”

Mike snuggled closer and let the steady thump of his brother’s heart lull him into a calm sleep.

A/N: Meh, so there it is. I posted this on fanfiction.net and people seemed to like it, definitely not one of the better things I've written but I don't think its horrible. So, yeah, love it, hate it, I'd like to know. :)
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