Just Sleep

He had dark circles under his eyes. Like his words, his face was slurred. He had gained about five or ten pounds within the last few days he's been gone. His greenish eyes were bloodshot and filled with anger.

"Oh, Frankie," he stood up and lost his balance. He left one hand on the couch,"I think we both know why I'm here." He smirked and my heart sank. I shook my head. "You don't know why I'm here? Ha. Ever heard of revenge, Frankie?" I nodded, staying frozen. "Good. So let me ask you again." He was too close to my face for comfort. "Do you know why I'm here, Frankie?" I was pressed against a wall. His hands clutched into a fist. I nodded to answer his question. It didn't matter what I said. He punched me in the face, even harder than our first encounter. I fell and landed on my ribs. He crouched down and punched my ribs, again and again. Harder and harder. I'm pretty sure I heard a crack. He chocked me and pounded my face. I pushed him off and tried to get up to the phone but failed when he broke a bottle over my head. He stepped on my hand as I tried to get my phone. He hit me with another bottle and knocked me out.

I woke up in a hospital bed. I had IVs in my arm, plugged into my tattoo. I looked around at surroundings. Gerard was sitting in a chair in the corner, sleeping. How and why did he know I was here? I sat up, tying not to wake him but failed.
"Iero," he moaned as we woke up, "you're awake." His hair was messy and hot. His sleepy voice was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.
"How did I get here?" I asked
"I brought you here."
"How did you find me?"
"I was coming by to see if you wanted to go see a movie. Your door was unlocked and I found lying on the floor. I called 911 and they took you. Your mom will be here soon."
"Where was my uncle?"
"I was the only one there when I found you." He said he rubbed his eyes, yawned, and stretched. I melted when I saw his stomach an blushed when I bit my lip.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"I guess I feel alright. I can't really feel anything right now. What time is it?"
"5 am." He yawned and pointed to the clock at my bedside.
"Have you been here the whole time?"
"Yeah.." He blushed a little and gave a small smile.
The voices replayed in my head. He doesn't care. He's only doing this for himself, not for your sake, Frank. His head shot up. He looked at me, confused. He tucked his hair behind his ear and laid back in chair. He folded his arms and couldn't stay still.
"I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?" He said finally.
"Uh no I'm fine." I said an he walked out. I laid down on my side while I could. It felt good to lay this way. It just felt better.

I realized I had drifted off to sleep when I woke up to foot steps walking into my room. I looked over my shoulder and saw Gerard with two coffees. He put one on my bedside and laid back in his chair. I jumped when there was a knock at the door.

"Ah, Franklin you're awake." The doctor said, sounding kind of disappointingly. He looked at Gerard. "Can I speak with you a minute?"
He asked Gerard and they stepped outside my room. Outside the window of my room I watched them as they talked. Gerard was nodded to everything the doctor said. He suddenly started pacing around and looked nervous. The doctor looked at me and shook his head then left. Gerard came back in as calmly as he could. His nervousness overwhelmed the room.

He sat down at the foot of the hospital bed. "Ie- Frank," his voice was shaky but deep, "something happened. I don't know how to tell you this, but uhm.." He paused. "On the way here, your mother was in an accident..."
My heart sank and my tears rose. "Frank.." He put his one hand on my hand and the other on my shoulder. "She's in a coma."

Notes

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