"Hey Gee." I looked up and saw Pete standing next to the couch with Patrick by his side.

"Hey guys," I replied. Pete had the biggest smile on his face. He always did when Patrick was next to him.

"We have some news," Patrick spoke up. I sat up and gave them all my attention. Pete was biting his lip excitedly as Patrick pressed his face into Pete's shoulder, trying to hide a giggle.

"What is it," I questioned as I looked between the two. They shared a look and face me again.

"We're getting married," Pete beamed with a smile. Patrick let out more giggles. My eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you serious?" Their heads nodded in excitement. "W-wh.. how? I mean... What?"

"Well I was talking to Lyn-Z about how much I loved Patrick and she asked if I was planning on marrying him. Obviously I said yes." I nodded as Patrick bit his lip to try and contain his joy. "I told her I would marry Patrick now if I could. Then she told me I could." I tilted my head in confusion.

"I was confused too until she told me there's apparently like a rule or something that allows me to be discharged for a short period of time for any legal situation." I let out a small gasp when the realization hit me. Pete chuckled as he looked down at Patrick.

"All we need to do is make an appointment at the courthouse. I should be able to get about three days out of here for preparation and stuff." Patrick leaned up and kissed Pete's cheek. I got up and pulled the couple into a tight hug.

"I'm so happy for you two."

"We wanted to invite you to the wedding. Actually, I was thinking maybe you could be my best man." I pulled back, mouth open wide.

"Are you serious?" Pete nodded. "Pete, I'd be honored." We shared another hug.

"Wait, I wouldn't be able to leave though." Pete shook his head.

"I already talked with Lyn-Z about it. She said she'll take care of it, but we're probably gonna have to invite a few nurses."

"Who else are you inviting?"

"Family, you, Brendon. I think Brendon's gonna bring Ryan. You can invite Frank if you want. Then the few nurses. Not a huge wedding."

"But it'll be perfect," Patrick added.

"It'll be perfect as long as you're there." I rolled my eyes. Pete became the cheesiest person when it came to Patrick.

"So, do you have any plans for the wedding or are you going to do that later?"

"Patrick's gonna come more often and we'll start planning everything. He wants a summer wedding so hopefully we can plan everything out and in a few months this gorgeous human will be Mr. Patrick Wentz."

Pete kissed Patrick's lips, both radiating joy. They got lost in the feeling of each other while I sat awkwardly trying not to watch them. I cleared my throat to get their attention. Patrick pulled away with a blush. Pete pulled him against his chest with the wide smile still on his face.

"Sorry," he mumbled unapologetically.

"Aright," I gave them a small shove. "Get out of here before I throw up from all your cuteness." Patrick stuck his tongue out at me before Pete led him out of the room. I laid on the couch and let out a long sigh. I let my mind start wandering.

I smiled at the thought of Brendon meeting Ryan's sister. If Ryan continues what he's going, Brendon could start to feel like he was in a real family again and not in one that was stuck in a mental hospital.

Ryan's already improving. We were all happy when he finished the process of moving down to our floor, especially Brendon. Pete and Patrick were getting married. I know Pete will work even harder to get out once they're married. I was happy for them. They deserve the chance to live a normal life.

You don't get that choice.

I shut my eyes tightly and let out a groan. I always seemed to forget about the voice, but every time it comes back to remind me I'll never be alone. It comes and takes any hope I have of feeling normal again.

What's the matter? Don't you miss me?

I got up quickly and left the room.

Where are we going?

I made it to my room and shut the door. My breathing was heavy from running here and sudden panic built up in me. I curled myself into the corner of the room. I pulled my knees to chest, trying to make myself as small as possible.

That won't do anything.

I knocked my head against the wall.

"Shut up."

Nothing can make me go away.

I hit my head harder on the wall, wishing it would knock the voice out.

You're so pathetic. Just give up already. 

Another hard knock caused my head to start buzzing.

No one cares enough to stay. You think Pete and Brendon really like you?

I continued banging my head harder and harder.

Pete has Patrick. Brendon has Ryan. They don't need you.

Tears started rolling down my face.

They're gonna leave soon. They're only with you cause they felt sorry.

"Shut up," I whimpered.

No one cares about you.

My hands want to my hair, gripping tightly.

You could disappear forever and no one would notice.

I continued hitting my head against the wall. The edges of my vision began to darken. New panic started to filled in me.

"No, please." I didn't want to black out. I didn't do anything. Nothing happened. I hit my header and faster out of desperation. The darkness only crept closer. Sobs wrecked my body at the loss of control. I didn't want to hurt anybody. I didn't want to lose control anymore. I heard a malicious laugh and a matching voice.

I'll see you later.

My eyes shut as I was pulled out consciousness. There was no sound around me. I felt like I was floating in nothing for days. I wasn't until I felt a squeeze on my hand did everything start coming back. I heard a soft whisper at my side.

"Please, Gerard. Please, please, please," the voice repeated. I wanted to shake my head. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to see the damaged I caused again. For once, I didn't want someone getting hurt to be my fault.

"Wake up." There was another squeeze of my hand. Unintentionally, I squeeze back. "Gerard?" I couldn't move my body, not easily anyway. "Gerard," they repeated. Slowly and reluctantly, I opened my eyes. The room was white and cleaner than my room.

"Gerard?" The voice was more hopeful. I turned slightly and saw Frank clenching my hand with both of his own. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around my neck. I groaned from the impact. My head began buzzing again which had never happened after one of my black outs before. He pulled away.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just got a little excited."

"What happened?" I mumbled already ashamed of what I didn't know I did.

"You don't remember?" I shook my head and groaned again from the pain I brought my hand up to cradle my aching head. I gasped at the feeling of bandages wrapped around my head. I carefully turned to Frank, eyes wide open.

"What happened?" He gave me a frown before looking down and playing with my fingers.

"You've been unconscious for a week." I let out a ragged sigh. I lost control for a whole week? The voice is getting stronger. I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

"Are they okay?" He looked up confused.

"Who?"

"The person I hurt while I was blacked out. Are they okay?" I asked again with a strained voice. He shook his head with a frown.

"Gerard... you didn't hurt anyone but yourself."

"I-I didn't h-hurt anyone?" More tears fell down my face. Maybe I was getting better. If no one got hurt but me, I was okay with that.

(Frank's Point of View)

I looked over at Gerard as he smiled and with tears streaming down his face. It got me nervous. I didn't think he knew exactly what happened. He thinks he lost control to his voice and I don't know how to tell him he hit his head so hard, he was in a coma for a week. He was bleeding pretty bad when I found him in the corner of his room.

Actually, Brendon was the one who found him then ran to me crying. Lyn-Z told me he'd never done this before. We got him to the hospital wing and the doctor said he suffered a concussion.

I sat by his bed, waiting for him to wake up. They weren't sure how long he'd be out, so it was one of the longest weeks of my life. Watching him lie in that bed and not being able to hear him talk made me realize how much I missed his voice. I missed the rare smile he gave and the way he'd space out randomly.

I understand that he's here to get better and needs to focus on that, but I couldn't stop myself from think about being the one to do so. I know I shouldn't feel this way for him, but I saw him as more than just a patient in this place. It's easy to forget sometimes. Right now was not one of those times. I watched him hug his knees to his chest, rocking gently with a smile and dazed look on his face.

"I didn't hurt them. They're all safe," he repeated. This poor boy was so terrified of hurting people, he knocked himself unconscious. No one knew exactly what Gerard experienced because he didn't really talk about it to anyone. I hope to be the first one he opens up to. I can help get him out of here. He just needs to let me in.