How far could I go with you? (Mafia! Frank x reader)

The Eyes Are The Window To The Soul

I charged towards the man, suddenly plunging the blade deep into his shoulder. He screamed with agony before taking a gun out from the front of his pants and turning around, firing it at me. The bullet hit me in my left eye and I screamed louder than I thought humanly possible. Adrenaline rushed through me as I yanked the blade from his back and quickly injected it into his stomach. He fell to the ground, bleeding rapidly. I sat on his stomach and began plunging the knife into his chest over,
And over,
And over.
I was being driven by the hate which coursed through my veins that appeared after I realised he wasn't there for me, he was there for Frank. Blood and bits of sclera were dripping onto my cheeks as I screamed loudly at the already dead man. Suddenly, I froze. The pain finally hit me harder than a hammer and I spent no time wondering what to do. I immediately shouted loudly.
'My eye!' I repeated over and over.
I don't know how long I spent wallowing in pain before Frank came home with a man beside him. A man I soon found out was Mikey.
'B-Belle?' He stuttered before quickly rushing over to me. My head felt heavy, blood was still pouring from my eye and worst of all,
I killed a man.

I woke up in a white room with beeping emanating from beside me. I was almost blinded from the brightness of the lights above me and the surprise made my left eye sting. That sting turned into the memory of a bullet piercing my cornea, then pupil, then iris, then lens. That memory evolved into a sudden scream and the beeping beside me growing to at least 150bpm within several moments. I began to kick my legs and my hands instinctively gripped the white sheets as I screamed. People flooded into the room, a majority of them holding me down as another pulled an oxygen mask off of a table behind him. He fiddled with something before leaning over me and speaking.
'It's okay, I promise you'll feel better soon.'
I recognised the man wearing a surgical mask and lab coat. It was Gerard Way, the child prodigy who went down a falsely advised path with his younger brother. He placed the oxygen mask over my mouth and I instantly began to calm down. My kicking shifted into twitches before my whole body went limp. My vision blurred before unconscious overtook me once again.

'Gee, please. Let me see her...'
'I'm sorry, Frank. She's...she'll be fine but...'
'But?'
'The bullet pierced her optic nerve. She'll never be able to use that eye again.'
'I don't fucking care! I just want her to live! I just...'
'Frank, what're you thinking?'
'...this is my fault...'
The voices invaded my ears. I tried not to listen, mostly because I wanted to rest but hearing Franks voice just did something to me. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a burning building and Frank was holding his hand out to me from the exit. Yet I was trapped in the ring of flames and couldn't move. In the midst of the fire I call to him, begging him to leave and save himself but he just stands there. He was waiting for someone who wouldn't survive in his world.

I kept slipping in and out of consciousness, no matter how much I wanted to stay awake or fall asleep. It wasn't until the twelfth time I awoke that I finally saw him. I saw Frank. He was staring at my face as though he just found his mother dead. He looked broken. He had grown a slight stubble and his hair was slightly longer than before. His eyes, though they were still his signature brown-green, they felt black. They felt dead.
'Beau, je suis désolé. Je vous promets, je vais tuer celui qui vous a fait ça. Je vous apporterai son œil.'

(Translation:
Beautiful, I'm sorry. I promise you, I'll kill the one who did this to you. I will bring you his eye.)