I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 47)

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I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 47)

Frank's P.O.V:
I looked into Dr. Reed's eyes. They were filled with discomfort. “What could be worse than this?” Gerard sniffed as he rubbed Josie's hand with his thumb. Dr. Reed heavily sighed. “I'm afraid that Josie's child...” She paused. It was the loudest pause I've ever heard. “...didn't make it. She was born with anecephaly.” As soon as I heard the news I sat down beside Gerard. He immediately dug his head deep into my sternum. I cuddled my arms around him, and whispered comforting words in his ear, but you could still hear Gerard's muffled sobs from my chest. Dr. Reed just stared at the dried blood on the floor, and bit her lip. “We took some tests on Josie, and found out she was taking an over dosage of anti-depressants.” Dr. Reed said. “Anti-depressants can cause anecephaly, and you can only imagine what an over dosage can do. My team and I are concluding that Josephine Erikson might have wanted the child to... not make it.” Dr. Reed believed. With every louder sob, Gerard dug his head deeper, and deeper into my chest. “So you're basically saying that Josie wanted her kid to die?” I weakly asked. “Well, not in 'technical' terms, but if you're meaning to paraphrase it th--” “STOP IT!” Gerard snapped. He unburied his face from my chest, and sharply stared at Dr. Reed. “I KNOW Josie, and she would NEVER try to kill her own kid.” “Mr. Way, there is no need for you to over react like this.” Dr. Reed defended. “YOU'RE ACCUSING MY WIFE OF MURDER!” Gerard yelled. “Mr. Way! Calm down!” “CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN??? You're telling ME to CALM DOWN? My wife just DIED. And YOU are accusing her of MURDERING her beautiful child!” Gerard sobbed. He stood up, and towered over Dr. Reed. Fear was pouring out of her eyes. I could see Gerard clench his fists. “GERARD, NO!” I yelled as I ran up to him. I pulled him back towards me. “I think it's time for you to leave.” Dr. Reed snapped. “Not until you let me take Josie with me!” Gerard growled. “Mr. Way, we can't. We have to take Josephine to the morgue, and run a couple more tests.” Dr. Reed calmly said. “HOW MANY FUCKING TESTS DO YOU DUMBASS DOCTORS NEED TO TAKE BEFORE YOU REALIZE YOU'RE WRONG????” Gerard shouted. “Gerard, let's go home. Please.” I tensely said in his ear. I tried to drag him out of the room, but he fought back. “FUCK YOU AND THIS SHITTY HOSPITAL.” He yelled at Dr. Reed. She blankly stared at the wall. “You killed my wife. You KILLED her.” He spat. Gerard stopped fighting my embrace and shook me off him. He walked towards Dr. Reed, and put his lips up to her face. She looked away, avoiding eye contact with him. “You and this hospital are garbage. You are dirty, filthy, disgusting trash, and you don't deserve to walk the green pastures of this god forsaken earth. When you walk down the streets, men will spit in your face, woman will scream, and children will cry. When you try to hang yourself from all the stress I've put on you, the rope won't even support the heaviness of the cold, black hole, where your heart is SUPPOSED to be. When you die, hell well reject you.” Gerard spat in her face. He swiftly turned around and walked to the door. “Oh, and I forgot.” He snarled. Gerard stuck his middle finger up at Dr. Reed, high and proud. “Fuck you.” He growled. “Let's leave this pitiful hospital Frank.” He commanded. I was speechless. I have NEVER seen this side of Gerard, and honestly, I kinda like it.