"He hasn't eaten in seven days."
"Can't you see he's depressed?"
"He won't take his pills."
"We have to do something."

Dr. Swan, or Rupert, was trying to convince security of my condition. For the past week, I could hear him outside of my room, yelling and protesting to the other doctors. For the past week, I've been begging to go to the station to tell the rest of the story. For the past week, I've been locked in this hospital room, refusing food and water, and throwing away pills. For the past week, I've been staring at Gerard, who simply sits in the corner of my room. He doesn't talk, he doesn't sleep. He sits; sometimes he cries, or smiles, or laughs when I make him. But he never talks. He didn't talk for a week.

Until my eighth day of depression.

"Frank?" A small voice could be heard from the corner of the room. My eyes flickered open, and I glanced through the crowd of doctors and nurses gathering in my room to see who the familiar voice belonged to. Gerard; his eyes were pained, and sad. His lips curled downward into a frown that made my heart ache, and his cheeks were wet with tears.

Rupert stepped in front of my vision, trying to get me to look at him. I closed my eyes in frustration, and then opened them again, waiting for him to move.

"Frank," Gerard whimpered again. "Frank, they're closer. They're closer than before- I'm getting weak."

"I'm sorry," I choked out. A few nurses turned to look at me.

"Why are you sorry?" Rupert crouched down beside my bed.

"I- please, I'll do anything. Just let me get to the station. I need to speak about it. It's...killing me."

"I'm afraid it's out of my hands. We can't let you leave just yet-"

I inhaled sharply, cutting him off. "It's been a week."

"I know, but you're not at all healthy enough to be walking-"

"So bring him here! Tell him to bring the recorder, I need to finish it!" I glanced around Rupert to see Gerard. His lips were forming a slight smirk, and his eyes looked me up and down. I knew what he was thinking. You're hot when you're mad.

"I'll see what I can do," Rupert muttered after a while, pursing his lips. "Do you promise to be on your best behaviour?"

"Yes," I sighed. "Thank you."

Rupert smiled slightly and motioned for the nurses to exit, before following after.

"Sleep," Gerard whispered. I made a protesting noise when he started to stand, but he paid no attention. "Sleep," he whispered again as he placed a hand on my cheek. "The man will be here soon. I can hear Rupert on the phone. It's going to get better."

I nodded, pulling the covers slightly over my face and closing my eyes.

"Mr. Iero?" A familiar voice called me, and I managed to open one eye. It was the man from the station. He had the same uninterested expression on his face. "Do you want me here or not?"

"Not really," I muttered under my breath, but sat up anyway. "Are you here to interrogate me?"

"Actually, I'm here because you're too crazy to be let out of this place."

"What's your problem?" I snapped. He played it dump and glanced at the nurse that had just walked into the room.

"I don't have a problem."

"Yes you fucking do-"

"Frank, please calm down, or he'll have to leave," Nurse Nosey from the other day snapped. Well, she had a change of attitude. I noticed Rupert was glancing questioningly through the gaps in the blinds outside of my room.

I tried to relax myself as much as possible. "Okay," I breathed, and slouched backwards. I freed my hands from the blankets and rested them awkwardly in my lap as the man sat down across the room. Much like before, he placed the recording device on the table beside him and pressed record. Nodding at me, he sat back and waited for me to start.

I fumbled with the covers slightly, and glanced around the room, searching for Gerard. He'd gone. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and letting the thoughts and memories drag me down until I could feel I wasn't in the hospital room anymore. I opened my eyes, and stared blankly at the scene before me. I started to relive my memories.

"Frank, come on!" Gerard laughed, tugging on my hand. I smiled at his enthusiasm, but really, I couldn't be as excited to move in as him. I didn't like the house, or the way it made Gerard act. It was like he suddenly had became bipolar or something, and that scared me. Obviously, when I tried to talk to Mikey about it, he told me he'd talk to Gerard about it- but he never did. Ray was just there to listen to my worries, but never really acted on it. Bob- well, I didn't know about Bob. I never really mentioned it to him.

"I'm right behind you," I smiled, and Gerard nodded, releasing my hand and heading towards the house. I told Bob I'd help him unload the truck whilst Ray was out getting us lunch. Gerard was giving Mikey a tour of the house and deciding which furniture would go where.

"Sup, little man," Bob greeted me, ruffling my hair. I pushed his arm away and punched him playfully, shaking my head.

"Nothing, just thinking," I told him as I pulled the lightest looking box out of the truck. Bob appeared at my side and picked up a slightly heavier looking one, eyeing my carefully.

"Anything you wanna' talk about?" He asked, concerned. I shook my head and turned towards the house with my box. Bob followed behind me carefully, being sure not to trip.

"Nah, it's stupid. Forget about it," I assured him.

I wasn't sure what was in the boxes- we forgot to label them, so Bob and I decided on setting them down in the front room. It was big enough for it. Gerard would look through them and put things where he felt they should go. He did, however, pay the most for the house.

After multiple trips outside to the truck, we managed to unload more than half of our shit, and it had taken us the majority of the day. We stopped for a lunch break at around two, and it was six-thirty by the time we'd had enough.

"Hey, Frankie," Gerard whispered sweetly in my ear, his arms wrapped themselves around my waist from behind me and I felt his face bury itself in my neck as I stood at the counter in the kitchen. I put down the potato peeler.

"Hey," I sighed, a smile playing on the corners of my lips. "Where've you been?" I leaned my head back slightly for him to kiss my neck.

"Unpacking our room," he breathed, and I felt my knees wobble as his lips connected with the skin of my jaw. I turned my head slightly and he pressed his lips to mine. His breathing was calm, whereas mine was becoming stuttery.

"Mm, can I see it?" I mumbled against his lips, and he nodded once, taking my hand in his and leading me out into the corridor and up the stairs.

"This way," he smiled, a devilish grin on his face. I followed, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Where's the guys-" I began to ask as we entered the room furthest down the hall, but Gerard closed the door, pinning me to the wall. His body pressed itself firmly to mine, and he ran a hand through my hair. His other hand cupped my face softly as he kissed me. It was rough but passionate and damn it felt good.

"They've gone out," he smirked when he pulled away, a hint of arousal in his voice. I swallowed and reached out to pull his face towards mine again. My hands made their way around his body as it grinded up against mine, and the kiss turned sloppy as we made our way to the bed. I still hadn't actually seen the room.

He pushed me backwards against the mattress, and climbed on top of me, straddling me at the hips. His hand tangled itself in my hair and pushed my head against the bed to stop me from moving. He shifted his legs so one was positioned in-between my legs and his knee skimmed my hard-on, causing pleasure-filled moans to escape my lips. I glanced up at Gerard and a strange look was on his face. His eyes caught mine, and I swear, they flashed a slightly different colour. He began getting rougher, his hands curling tighter in my hair. His free hand made its way to my hip and slipped towards the hem of my jeans. He slowly began fumbling with the button and kissed me again, this time, biting down on my lip. Another moan escaped my lips, but it wasn't completely out of pleasure this time. It kind of hurt.

"Gerard," I mumbled, pushing him away slightly with my hand on his chest. He shook his head, that same devilish grin on his lips as his eyes caught mine again and I gasped in shock. His eyes weren't the ones that belonged to him. They were someone elses entirely. I couldn't recognize him. He grasped my hair tighter and I cried out slightly in pain. "No, Gerard," I forced him away from me but he was stronger.

"Hm, but you feel so good," he protested, his voice raspy. "I don't want to stop, Felix," he moaned, and I froze.

"Felix?" I questioned. "Who's Felix?"

"Noone," he snapped suddenly, before rolling off me and climbing under the covers. He rolled over to look at me, and his eyes changed again, suddenly. It was Gerard again. Then he gasped. "Oh my- fuck, Frank, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. It's like I couldn't control it." His hand found my face and he kissed me softly, before pulling away, his eyes pleading.

"It's okay," I insisted. "Don't worry. Get some sleep." I kissed the top of his head and then climbed out of bed. I would be sleeping downstairs that night.

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