And In This Pool Of Blood.

It'd been a couple of hours since Frank had arrived at Rays from the hospital, groggy and upset. He'd been given a steaming cup of black coffee, too hot to drink, that he just held between his hands. Ray came from the kitchen to sit on the couch across from him, sighing deeply at Franks distant expression. He hated seeing his friends sad. Especially Frank. He knew how much shit Frank had been put through with Gerard. Yes, of course it wasn't Gerards fault, but Ray knew Gerard couldn't help drag people down with him, even though he didn't mean to. Frank didn't like talking about his boyfriend with anyone, but if he did, it'd be with Ray Toro.

"Thank you for the coffee." Frank said after a few minutes of silence. Ray smiled warmly and nodded.
"Did you get to talk to him?" He asked Frank, sitting back with a cup of his own. The smaller boy shook his head.
"No." He said, but then lifted his head. "Mikey says they might let me in tomorrow. When he's awake, though. You know, um, because he's going to be there for a, uh, while."
"I'm sure it'll do him good this time." Ray reassured Frank. "Maybe time in there will do, well, what it's supposed to do: Make him better."
Frank shrugged and sighed, pulling his knees up onto the couch and leaning his head on top of them.

When Frank woke up on the same couch, he only had one thing in mind. He had that same thing in mind until he stepped through the doors of the hospital Gerard was staying at the next day.
Mikey was slumped uncomfortably on two chairs, not far from his brothers room, his eyes shut. Frank shook him, almost causing him to tumble to the cold hallway floor.
"Room 104." He mumbled, changing positions and closing his eyes. "You can go in, my mom is in there."
Franks polite, catholic background told him to knock before entering a room, so he did. Gerards mom stood behind the door, and she smiled at Frank when she saw him. He found it kind of funny how, after having to go through all of this again, she could still make her smile look so genuine.
"Go inside." She whispered to him like she didn't want Gerard to hear, and that meant he was awake. One part of Frank was ecstatic. He loved Gerard more than anything. Far more than he loved himself. If he died, Frank would...Frank didn't know what he would do.
But the other part of Frank felt a pang of anxiety. He was suddenly extremely nervous. What was he supposed to say to him? He'd run out of promises to make Gerard. He'd run out of 'you'll get better''s and 'you'll be okay''s, and Gerard had run out of apologies. They had nothing left to say.
By the time Frank was done debating with himself, Ms Way was gone.
"Grow a pair." Frank told himself quietly. He took a deep breath, and turned the corner to see Gerard.

Notes

I thought I'd make you guys wait for the next part :) Aha, don't worry, it won't be long!
Again, I hope you enjoy it! I haven't proof read it so I apologize for any mistakes.
Stay beautiful, keep it ugly x