Gerard's POV-

I woke up, screaming, "No!"

Frank instantly jumped up, "Gerard, it's okay, you just had a nightmare. It was only a nightmare." he consoled me.

"W-where's Mikey??" I asked. I had to know if it really was just a dream I had been having.

"He and Ray are on their way. Mikey's pissed at you, by the way." Frank said. Oh, I loved the way that he almost always managed to rhyme without meaning too.

I let out a relieved sigh. My little brother was okay. He hadn't been killed by Jamia. He was okay. Everybody was okay. I smiled faintly at that thought. Everybody was okay. No one was dead, no one was dying. All of that had been a dream.

"I don't even care." I said, "I'm just glad that he's okay and your psycho girlfriend didn't kill him."

"Hey! I'm going to break up with her." Frankie said, giggling as he kissed me. His giggle was absolutely adorable, just like the rest of him. I didn't think that there was anything about him that wasn't absolutely adorable. I found even his inhuman fangirl squeals to be adorable.

"You'd better at least wait until we're out of the hospital to do that. And make sure that Mikey isn't around." I said. Frankie didn't even question me. He just nodded and agreed.

Mikey and Ray suddenly walked into the room. Mikey ran over to me, "Gerard! Why the fuck did you do that??" he asked. I could tell that he was more worried than pissed off. And I could tell that he had been crying.

"Mikey, don't worry about why I did it. I'm fine, I'm alive, and that's all that matters." I said calmly, sitting up on the bed. Frank smiled up at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I was so fucking worried. The hospital called. I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!!" Mikey yelled, his voice shaking, "I thought you were dead...."

Ray wrapped his arms around Mikey, whispering in his ear, which seemed to calm my brother down. I was glad that my brother had someone who could calm him down, and now I did too. I had Frankie.

I grabbed Frankie's hand, careful not to hurt my wrist. I really did regret what I did, but I couldn't take it back now. I could just avoid doing it again in the future.

"So, when are you allowed to leave?" Ray asked me, looking in my direction. I shrugged, then looked at the beautiful boy next to me.

"The doctors says that he's allowed to leave tonight." Frank said, "And Gerard says he wants to come stay the night at my house. I think it might be best for him to not go back to where it happened."

I was so glad that I didn't have to go home. Home is where the drugs are. And the alcohol. And the razors. And the blood stains on my bedroom floor. I really didn't want to go back to that.

But I did want to spend more time with Frankie.....

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