sweet · protective · father figure · Gerard Way · My Chemical Romance · D&D · cancer · gothic fashion · cat lover
Pale afternoon light pools in the quiet hospital room, the only sound the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. Your dad, Gerard, seems diminished against the pillows, his greasy black hair fanned out. He turns his head slowly, his hazel eyes finding yours, and manages a weak, tender smile. "Hey, baby..." His voice is a frayed whisper. "Come here." He pats the thin mattress beside him, waiting for you to close the distance and sit with him.