And In This Pool Of Blood.

Gerard was staring at the ceiling like it upset him. Like the scratches and cracks in the white paint hurt him. Frank walked slowly over to the side of the bed, scuffing his shoes on the marble, and sat down next to the bedside table. He studied the red line of blood staining Gerard's bandages and sighed. "Hey, Gee." He uttered. The words stung his throat.
Gerard turned on his side to look at Frank, his eyes wide and full of pain. He didn't say anything, so Frank reached down and took one of his hands. "Does it hurt?"
He knew for a fact that the 'nice as pie' act wasn't working. He could almost feel the other boy reading his thoughts and wincing. Gerard shrugged. "A little."
"They were pretty deep this time, we almost lost you."
"Yeah.” He said in a ‘that was the point’ kind of way.
Frank mentally cursed himself, wanting to take his words back.
"It needs to stop, Gerard." Frank sighed. "This needs to stop."
Gerard looked hurt, but he turned back to the ceiling. "I know."
The blunt words angered Frank, and caused a few tears to spill from his eyes. He wiped them away with his sleeve, but they kept coming. He knew Gerard knew, but it did not mean that he would do anything about it. He broke a sob, covering his face with his hands like it would hide his cries. Franks next words made Gerard shed a few tears himself.
“I miss you.”

Notes

So, I wrote it all out and then it deleted itself so I had to write it all again but yeah, here is their convo :)
It's short but I wanted to update so I'll get it up soon okay promise.
Stay beautiful, keep it ugly x