Did You Know You're Gorgeous?[Gerard Way]::26::

"What do you mean once you're done helping him?" Ray asked with the farmilar look of worry on his face.
"Well...I don't want him to...die-" Teresa said as she choked on the last word. "And I don't want you to...either."
"Teresa, what are you trying to say?" Ray asked as he began sitting himself up a little higher.
"Ray don't you could hurt yourself. I mean...I might be able to heal the both of you. So that you can both get better and live better lives."
"Why do I get the horrible feeling that if that happens you'll no longer be in the picture?"
"Well...It's a bit of a risk you know to heal both of you by so muchIt puts a lot of stress on your body and-"
"Teresa! If this is going to kill you do you really think Gerard wants to live?"
"I just want him to live a full life and be happy!"
"He can't do that without you! I dont think any of us can..."
Teresa couldn't respond. She was too stunned to speak. She never realized that her life was important to other people, and now that she did, she suddenly felt vulnerable. For some reason, this caused her throat to ache and she fought the horrible urge to cry. She lay her head on the bed and closed her eyes as tears slowly dripped from her eyes.
"Ray I just want it all to be over. I'm breaking and I can't keep myself together anymore. I know what I have to do...I've known for a while now...I was born for thisto save you...I'm tired of the pain. I'm breaking Ray, I don't know how much longer I can do this."
Ray stroked Teresa's hair as a gesture of comfort, hating the fact that he was unable to comprehend her pain.
"It's okay Teresa. You can do this, I believe in you and I know you can."
"No Ray...I don't think I can...I'm not strong enough to heal the both of you...and I cant choose one or the other..."
"Yes you can and I know who youre going to choose. Go to him Teresa, it's okay. I'm not in a life or death situation. Now go, hurry, before the doctors try something stupid."
Teresa looked up at Ray and waited to make sure he was positive about his choice, and then ran off as fast as she could to Gerard's room. When she walked in, she almost regretted stopping to look when she saw Gerard lying on the bed, more pale than usual, with bandages on his forearms, the small smirk still on his face. She walked to him slowly and kneeled down as she took his hand in hers. She kissed it softly and remembered the first night they met. She squeezed his hand and began to sing,
"Hand in mine into your icy blues, and then I'd say to you we could take to the highway with this trunk of ammunition too, I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets... she jumped as she felt Gerard's hand move and quickly pulled herself together. Without hesitation, she bit her wrist and placed it over his mouth. He'll drink...he has to drink...It's reflex right? This has to help him...she thought as she felt movement on Gerard's lips. He slowly drank her blood and Teresa began to grow slightly dizzy. The heart monitor beside her slowly began to pick up its pace as Gerard regained the small amount of color in his skin. She saw his eye lids flutter and at that moment pulled her wrist away. Gerard opened his eyes and looked around the room. When he first saw Teresa, he smiled. Then, as he remembered everything, he grew a look of hatred and deep sorrow in his eyes.
"Why did you do that?" he asked angrily.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Teresa said shakily as she kneeled down and took his hand again. Gerard snatched it away.
"Do what? Try to kill myself? Let's think about that one, maybe it's because you lied to me all this time!" Gerard shouted. Teresa winced when he raised his voice.
"I wasn't lying to you Gerard. I love-"
"There you go again! Go with Ray, Teresa, that's where you want to be."
"If that were where I wanted to be, I wouldn't have come back here for you," Teresa said softly. She didn't have the strength to raise her voice at Gerard and thought she saw her mother standing on the other side of the hospital bed for only a second.
"Teresa. That's enough. I know you don't love me. Now stop trying to play with my feelings...I can't take it..."
With tears streaming down Teresa's face, she stood up and leaned over Gerard. She gently pressed her lips to his in an attempt to prove her love to him one last time.
Why would she resort to this? I can't let her play with my emotions like that...I should push her away...I can't...and as Gerard thought so, he suddenly felt the connection that he felt when he first kissed her. He reached up gently to wipe her tears away as the doctor walked in. Teresa heard his footsteps and reluctantly pulled away as she turned to face him.
"Well he seems to be doing better..." the doctor said, stunned at the improvement in Gerard's condition.
"I think so too," Teresa said with a small smile. The doctor looked at her strangely and she knew that he was connecting the improvement of Ray's health with the improvement of Gerard's. "It's funny how much better people do when the people they care about are they to support them?" Teresa said, making it sound more like a question as she hoped he would agree and not question her about anything. What would he question me about? If he found anything abnormal he would ignore it with how hard people are working to find a cure for it...right?
The doctor kept his gaze on Teresa and nodded slowly. He observed her closely and carefully as though there could be something wrong with her. Teresa was having a hard time maintaining the doctor's gaze, afraid that he might be one of those doctors. One of the doctors that worked for them.
"You're awfully pale young lady," he said finally. Teresa tensed up.
"Am I? I don't go outside much," she said with a small laugh.
"If you don't mind...I'd like to take a sample of your blood."
"I do mind actually," Teresa said quickly, suddenly defensive.
"There's no need to be defensive. It's for you health."
"And what might I be needing help with?"
"You're very pale, you look dizzy, and you look like you haven't been sleeping well. You may have anemia."
Teresa and Gerard both let out large sighs of relief.
"I was already checked for that. I'm fine. I just haven't been able to sleep because a lots been going on lately," she told him as she motioned to Gerard.

And if they get me take this spike to my heart and...
Frank left the Way residence in silence, with Teresa, Ray, and Gerard on his mind. He felt a numbness he could not comprehend. It was as though he were in an emotional coma and he belonged in the hospital with Ray and Gerard. Teresa...How are you coping with this? Are you doing okay? Have they gotten any better? They're not...No they can't be dead I won't believe that...were his thoughts as he took his cell phone out of his pocket and began dialing Teresa's number. It went straight to voice mail and he took a deep breath to gather the strength to leave a message.
"Teresa...It's...um..." He hung up the phone. He could barely speak. He walked into his house slowly and slumped himself down on the couch. He had soaked in all of the details of the day and felt tears building in his eyes. I'm not gonna cry...I can't cry...That's for...the weak...he thought as he began to shake. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and stared at it for a few moments. He thought about calling Teresa, but knew he wouldn't be able to find his voice. Violently, he threw his cell phone across the room and felt a small shadow of surprise when he saw that it didn't shatter. That'll be the only emotion I feel all day...he thought as he slowly trudged upstairs to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. He lay in fetal position, wanting nothing more than to disappear for a few moments. Without realizing it, he began to take on the mannerisms of a small child and started sucking his thumb.
I don't want to go through this. I'm just a kid...I'm not strong enough for this. What if they both...they can't. If they do then Teresa...I don't feel good. I feel sick. He closed his eyes and saw visions of Ray and Gerard lying in hospital beds. He shut them tighter to prevent himself from seeing them. Finally, without realizing it, he was able to choke words out of his mouth.
"It's not what it seems...It's just a bad dream...It's not the life it seems...Just close your eyes...What will it take to show you that it's not as bad as it seems?" he whimpered as he slowly began to fall asleep, tears slowly falling from his eyes. And as he slept, all he saw were images of his friends, afraid of what they would look like the next time he saw them.

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?

Like I said, I'm really sorry about this. I really am going to try as hard as I can to get out of this as soon as possible...It just might take a little bit of time.