Frank attempted to settle in, but it was tedious. The beds had little padding, and when he laid down , Frank could feel the metal of the bed cutting into his legs and back. He tried laying in different positions, but it did no avail. No matter what side he laid on, it hurt more every time. He cursed under his breath as he laid on his back again staring at the ceiling. Of course it was white...

White...White...White....Frank thought to himself. He closed his eyes, and took a few deep breathes. He didn't want to drown, he wanted to keep the his heads above the waves. He was fucking sick of drowning, and not being able to breathe, or just having enough breath to get by.

This color was starting to really pick at his mind, causing him to become even more mad... But he wasn't crazy.. He was nothing like some of the patients in this hell.. He wasn't trying to eat holes through walls or crying himself to sleep because the little girl in the white dress wouldn't leave him alone. His mind was just fine, he had just been feeling a little blue, and well perhaps he still was.

He sighed, and just as he sat up his door flew open. Frank jumped up about touching the ceiling. He was excepting a nurse, but what stood in front of him was no nurse. It was the piercing eyes that seemed to stab into his soul that he had encountered earlier. Frank leaned back so his head was slightly resting against the wall behind his bed, and began to chew lightly on his bottom lip where his lip ring should have rested.

Frank felt as if he was sharing his room with a cat. This feline took slick steps forward, always aware of his surroundings, as if someone or something was out to get him. His eyes glowed when they hit the light that flickered on and off every few seconds. He wore a grin that stretched from one side of his face to the other. Swiftly he jumped forward, and pounced on Frank's bed. In its hand it held a set of blankets, and a pillow... All in the color Frank was beginning to despise.

"W-who are you?" Frank questioned as he raised an eyebrow.

The man giggled, and said " Gerard. Gerard Way..."

He sat criss cross style on Frank's bed, and set the blankets down as he folded his arms in front of himself. He tilted his head a bit to the side at an angle so that his eyes met Frank's slightly. Frank gulped a lump down his throat and looked down. With the tip of his finger Gerard lightly lifted up Frank's chin, forcing them to lock eyes again. He cut through Frank's thoughts, and let a grin appear on his face.

"You hate your bed, and you're cold aren't you?" Gerard asked.

Frank attempted to pull his face away as he nodded, but Gerard would not let him. He giggled a bit, and pushed Frank down so that he was now lying on his back. He straddled onto his waste as he picked up the blankets he had carried in with him. Once he was positive that Frank would not move he stood up at his bedside. He tucked Frank in, adding the extra layer of blankets. He smiled weakly, and walked towards the door.

Frank was freaked out, but yet also graceful. "T-thank you," he choked out.

As Gerard was strolling away he stopped as the door was midway open, and turned around as he said, " Don't thank me, the voices told me." And with that he softly closed Frank's door as he tiptoed back to his room.