The only Hope

Hope’s pov:

Frank had brought me upstairs and told me to lie down on the bed. He sat on the chair next to me.

“So, you popped your stitches, huh?” He said as he came closer to my arm. “Must have been one hell of an attack on that poor dummy.” He smirked.

I smiled slightly. “Yeah, just… Needed to vent my frustration.”

I heard Frank messing around with some equipment. “Well, let’s hope it helped, because otherwise… I’m screwed.”

I laughed. “Why would you sa… Fuck!” Suddenly pain shot through my arm, but I felt it throughout my entire body. I clenched my teeth.

“I’m so sorry, but this is going to hurt… A lot.” Frank backed off a bit and grabbed a shirt Mikey and Ray had brought. “You can hold on to this if you want.”

I took the shirt with my other hand and held on to it firmly.

“So… That was just the disinfection. I’m going to have to remove your old stitches and replace those with new ones.” Frank was getting everything prepared.

“Wait…” I panted lightly. “You have painkillers right? Gerard said you gave me painkillers when I was asleep.”

Frank sighed. “I know, I objected. We have to be careful with those, you don’t find them just anywhere. Mind trying without?”

I thought for a second. “Okay, just get it over with.” I had been in way more pain before, this couldn’t be so bad right?

After Frank had finished stitching me up, he put on a bandage. I regretted my decision of not using painkillers already. Everything hurt like hell.

“Okay, done. Just take it easy and don’t use your arm too much.” Frank’s eyes looked serious and he started packing things up.

“Fine. Where’s Gerard’s room by the way?” Frank looked up at me.

“Uhm, right next door. You’re really going to draw now?” He was smirking again.

“No, but I thought I’d look around.” I lied. Maybe I was going to draw. I had always fancied it.

“Sure kid.” Frank left the room and went downstairs. He was probably going to get ready to train.

I walked over to Gerard’s room and looked around. I closed the door behind me. Nothing here had a personal touch, which was a shame. It didn’t really feel like a home.

I looked over at his desk. There were some drawings on there. And wow… They were really good. A bit sinister though. On one drawing Korse was being beheaded by a red haired guy. Guess who…

I smirked. But in all seriousness, these drawing were pretty damn amazing. I shifted the pages a bit, so that I could see the rest of the drawing, which were hidden underneath. One by one just as amazing. This guy could be an artist.

“Gerard, stop being so tough and let me have a look!” It was Frank. What the hell was going on?

Suddenly the door opened and Gerard was standing there. One side of his head was bleeding, he was tightly holding on to one arm and he was limping.

He noticed me. “Please leave.”

I froze. What had happened to him? Why was he bleeding and… Oh god…

“What happened to you?” I asked softly and I wanted to walk over to him.

“Hope! Get out!” He yelled.

“N... No! Look at you! Tell me what hap…”

“HOPE! NOW!” I gulped, holding back tears. I just wanted to help.

Frank walked over to me all of a sudden, passing Gerard. “Hope, I think you should leave. C’mon.”

He guided me out of the room. Before I was entirely removed I looked at Gerard. He looked at me like he had regretted yelling, but I guess he wanted to be alone now.

Frank closed the door behind me. I was just standing there, thinking. Dracs? No, it couldn’t be. We all would’ve noticed.

I entered my own room and sat on the bed. Why was Gerard upset with me, again?

I remained like that for what felt like twenty minutes, then I heard a knock on my door.

I looked up and saw Frank leaning against the door. “You okay?”

“Yeah, but how is Gerard doing? What happened to him? Is it bad?” I just had to ask.

“Whoa, slow down kid.” Frank walked up to me. “Gerard is fine now, he’s in his room reading some stuff I guess.”

“Just tell me what happened, please!” Frank sat down next to me.

“You’re truly concerned, aren’t you?” I nodded and stared at the ground. “Well, he fell off the roof of the barn. It could’ve been worse. He’s just bruised his ankle and his wrist. He also hit his head pretty hard, but he’ll be fine.”

I shook my head in disbelief. Frank put an arm around me.

“Hey, that guy has been through worse scenarios, he’ll make it, okay?”

I nodded and wiped away a tear. Frank didn’t notice.

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