Gloves

They were silent as they sat on the ambulance bumper, wrapped up in a thin blanket -- not for warmth, but for the sensation of safety it brings. Frank pressed himself against Gerard on the wide bumper, examining his boyfriend's bandaged wrists quietly. Gerard had his face buried in Frank's hair -- he was going to sneeze any second now -- and his arm hung lazily around Frank's shoulders.
Frank was the first to break the delicate silence.
"Who was that?" he asked, letting Gerard's wrists sit on his knee and hang limply over his shoulder, respectively.
The taller of the two sighed. "She is--" He reconsidered. "She was the younger sister of James Griffin, the bank robber/murderer. She thinks I killed him." Frank slid his hand onto the speaker's knee. "In reality, he let go of the ledge when I reached him. He was a coward. And we suffer for his cowardice."
Frank nods, as if he understands, even though Gerard knew he was struggling to comprehend what Gerard means. He was simply too young, too naive, to understand. "But that doesn't matter anymore," he murmured as he nodded, turning his head to look at Gerard's face. "Does it?"
Gerard shook his head. "No, it doesn't." He kissed Frank's forehead and smiled tenderly. An EMT swept back over to them, checking their bandages and lungs before grinning and relaying a clean bill of health for the both of them.
"GERARD!" Their heads snapped up and they squinted through the darkness to see three figures sprinting towards them. Gerard recognized the voice. He detached himself from Frank and crashed into his brother, holding him tightly and apologizing as Mikey ranted incessantly about him missing the two of them. Gerard just smiled and let Mikey blubber indignantly. Bob and Ray waited their turns for a hug and yelled their congratulations loudly. They turned to Frank, Gerard ready to unleash the torrent of affection on him, when they found Frank completely passed out against the bumper. Gerard smiled fondly.
He turned to the closest medic, who was checking over a now handcuffed Kara Griffin, who was snarling and biting at him angrily. "Hey, what time is it?" he called, rubbing the side of his head tiredly.
The EMT glanced at his watch. "Ten past eleven. Why?"

Notes

Well, this is goodbye for now. I am making another story, called The Great Destroyer. It'll be up in a bit, after I write it and all that shit that's necessary to have a story.
Be angry at me all you want for the ending, I know you liked the story. And no, I cannot make a sequel, not matter how cool this one was. But c'mon, this was an awesome plot twist, right? You can't say it wasn't.
So long, my friends. Until The Great Destroyer.
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-Stitches