If this is what you want, then fire at will

I'm so warm, and so snoozy. It's been a long day. I can feel vibrations right next to my ear, like someone talking. I open my eyes slowly, and realise I'm curled up in someone's lap. They are clothed in mainly black, so I guess it's one of MCR. It better not be Frank.
'Welcome back, jet lagged beauty.'
It's Frank.
Right now, I could have him apprehended in seconds, if I had put my training to good use, but I'm too comfy. I slowly stretch my neck to look up at him. He looks down cheekily, knowing he is narrowly escaping serious trouble.
'How long was I out?' I ask, rolling my eyes and looking at the floor.
'A blissful half an hour on my knee' comes the reply.
I growl and stand up to stretch. I remember taking Mikey in to the hospital, and texting the manager. The boys had arrived pretty soon after and I had settled in a chair by Mikey's bed while he slept. Vaguely, I think I can remember Frank picking me up, to slip beneath me onto the chair, but I was almost out by then.
Ash stands up too. Damn, he ain't tall!
'We can pretend you never woke up if you'd like?' He grins at me. My eyes trace his broad jaw.
I smile sarcastically, and turn away.
'Where are Mikey and the others?' I ask with my back to him.
'Gerard said that your hunch was right. Mikey broke his arm, but it remained in the same place. They are putting a cast on it as we speak. I volunteered to stay with you while they took him to the next ward.' He places his hands on my shoulders. I look backwards at him, and he smiles.
'Play nice, boy.' I say, but don't shrug his hands off of me.
'I love your sexy english accent telling what to do.' He says, tounge in cheek. Suddenly he grabs my waist and throws me over his shoulder. He breaks into a run, and I scream.
'Where are we going ohmygoshLOOKOUT!!' We narrowly miss a hospital trolley. The nurse shouts at us but we are too quick for her.
'MIKEYMIKEYMIKEY WE ARE COMING FOR YOU SNUGGLE BEAR!'
Frank sounds like a fucking siren.
I grip on for dear life as we fly down corridors. He opens the double doors using my Doctor Martin clad feet, while I look back at our trail of destruction. We have now entered the old people's ward. Suddenly, I fly off of Frank's shoulder. Frank trips over and lands on top of me. Oofff.
'How dare you run in here you hooligans!' Says the old man standing next to my head. With a walking stick. He brandishes it, and I realise he tripped us up! The elderly man- bitch!
There was a resounding thwack as the walking stick hits Frank's arm. It would've hit my head if he hadn't have stuck his arm out.
'RUN!!!' I shout, and Frank hoists me up into his arms and we sprint to the exit.
'Devil worshipers!' He shouts at our dust. Frank turns around and I flip him off.
We barge through the exit and flop down outside.
'Woah' I breathe heavily. Frank groans and lies down on the gravel.
I crawl over to look at his arm. There is already an angry red line from the walking stick. I wince.
'Two band members hurt in one day, I must be on a roll.' I think aloud.
'Don't worry, I fine.' Frank sits up and smiles at me, 'I think we need to find the band.'
I realise I'm staring at him, and I snap out of it. I lever my self up and stand next to Frank.
I start to run towards the reception.
'Lets go my potato bitch!'

Notes

YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAY HAPPY CHAPTER
ummmm….
so, there's bad news. This is nearly the end of my prewritten stuff, so it might take longer for e to update (BOO) and the updates could be varying lengths (HISS). But I will try my hardest, and I really hope that my motivation will carry on! Comments always help, even if we are all too socially awkward to say anything ;)
PS. I have been really ill recently (went to A&E last night, fucking waste of time) so I haven't had much time anyway, but would anyone like to co-write? I'm not very good with motivation, and I think that this would really help! x