Frank's POV

I felt guilty, immeasurably guilty. I was jealous of Gerard, that was my problem. He had that easy way with girls, never pushing it too far, when I had that horrible habit of fucking up.
Gerard had kept vigil outside her room's door. She was awake, doing okay, but she wouldn't let us in. They had replaced her blood with a stranger's, and I hoped a courage to recover ran down her veins, pushed through her capillaries and pushed up her arteries along with the new blood. They'd done some strange cosmetic surgery too, apparently. No scars or cuts were visible; it was apparently like magic.
Gee seemed empty. So fucking lost. He wouldn't look at me, just accepted my hot coffee and sympathetic smile. I felt as if I'd lost her too, but I had the sense to return home each night. I decided to create a little surprise for her; she was coming home in a couple of days. I managed to drag Gerard home, and his face lit up when he saw what I had in mind.
When we finished, his smile was the widest I'd seen from him in a while.

Gerard's phone rang. He scrambled to get it from his jeans pocket, which he wore with a button down shirt and white converse, clean after our surprise.
'Hello? Yes, Mr. Way speaking. Okay. Great, I'll be right over. Alright, thanks a lot. Bye.'
'So?' I inquired.
'She wants to see me!' His smile somehow lit up the room.
'That's wonderful!' I walked over, and pecked him on the lips, which he returned. I don't know why I did it; it just felt right.
'Drive safe.' I whispered at his back, disappearing down the stairs.

Emma's POV

I didn't really feel anything, anymore. I didn't hate, myself or anyone. I didn't really feel love. I was a blank canvas, devoid of emotion, and my therapist said this was good. I'd seen him for a couple of hours, each day, and he said now I could choose to build my life the way I wanted. So it was time to lay the foundations.
'Come in.' My soft voice answered the quiet rap on the door. He stood, a silhouette of a man in the door. We looked at each other in a suspended moment , where time was no object. Then he walked over purposefully, and smiled against my mouth, his hand on the back of my neck, our kiss long and sweet. My skin had healed into its usual self, without the horrid scars of what I used to be. I pulled him into me, a little rougher, and he needed no persuading; he pushed me back against the bed kissing and kissing me, as if I was a part of him that had returned from the dead.
'C'mon, let's get you out of here!' He pulled me up, and allowed me to dress. We went to the desk at the end of my ward; I could be discharged, to my delight. The drive home seemed incredibly long, and when we returned, I didn't want to wait. Gerard made me stand out in the corridor though. He slipped through the door, and returned with a scarf which he tied around my eyes. Warm lips met mine, and then he led me gently through the door.

When I took off my blindfold, a gorgeous gift awaited me. The once blank wall of the living room now glowed in the most amazing array of colors; a storm now permanently raged, the lightning zapping down, the rain beating against the floor. I could almost feel the buzz. It was a massive mural of the storm outside the music room window, and on the sofa, was me, and Frank, and Gerard, them intently watching me as I played the familiar old guitar. It took my breath away; I stood in awe, my jaw hanging open.
'You like it? It was Frank's idea.' Gerard grinned.
'I love it. Thank you!' He put his arm around me, and I kissed him.
'Where is Frank?'
'He's in the kitchen, I think.' Gerard walked through to check, and I heard voices. An agreement seemed to be made.

Frank rushed through.
'You feelin' better, babygirl?' He asked. I smiled, and kissed him.
'Good.' He kissed me back, pecking me lightly on the forehead.
'Now.' Gerard took one of my arms, Frank took the other side. Together they slammed me against a wall. Frank hissed in my ear.
'What did we say what would happen to bad girls?'
'That's right' Gerard whispered cruelly. 'Bad girls are punished.'

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