*Frank*


It had been one week since I had left Gerard, I have just been miserable, I thought that leaving would be the best option, but as ashamed as I am to admit it, I miss him.

This is partly why I am walking back to the house, it’s ridiculous, but as this is the only way I am able to visit Gerard, it’s something I am more than willing to do.

The house finally came into view, I am surprised how I managed to remember the way, I walked up to the door to find it open. That worried me slightly.

I walked into the house to be greeted with silence; I checked all the rooms downstairs, no Gerard. I then went upstairs; I had checked every bedroom, so that left the bathroom. I knocked on the door, no answer.

I heard what sounded like water? I tried the handle but the door was locked. I began to worry, Gerard isn’t emotionally stable, he could be doing anything.

I kicked at the door and finally it broke down, I spent just a mere second wondering how I had the strength to do that.

As my eyes scanned the room, they landed on this lifeless, pale from in the bathtub. NO!
I ran to him falling to my knees, after a struggle I managed to pull him out of the water. I checked for a pulse but he didn’t have one, shit. I had taken a medical class last year, so I knew how to perform CPR and I knew I needed to right now.

I laid him flat onto the bathroom floor; I lifted his chin up gently with one hand while pushing down gently on his forehead, to tilt his head back opening his airway. He still wasn’t breathing. I pinched his nose with my thumb and forefinger, making sure to keep the heel of my hand on his forehead.

I took in a breath and place my mouth other his own, immediately giving him two full breaths while maintaining an air-tight seal with my mouth. I saw his chest rise from the breaths I was giving him.

I then stopped and began chest compressions, I knelt down by his chest, I placed the heel on my hand on the breastbone and placed my other hand on top, I interlocked my fingers, I positioned myself so my shoulders were directly above his sternum, I pressed downward, being sure to keep my arms straight. I began pushing hard and fast.

Nothing seemed to be working; I sat beside him, hoping that by some miracle he would be okay.
He began coughing and choking, I turned him on his side, where he proceeded to throw up the water he had presumably swallowed.

He lay flat on his back, looking exhausted, his eyes half lidded, as soon as he saw me he smiled a large smile, it was a heart-warming sight.

“Frankie, h-heaven” he murmured before he fell unconscious.

It was then I realised I could never leave him, I came so close to losing him, I need him.

I need Gerard.

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