Paging Dr. Way

I'm woken up by the blaring sound of the television set. I groan into my pillow.
"Glad to see you awake." Gerard says, "I was about to go get a bucket of water." He chuckles to himself.
I smile at his chuckle, it is quite adorable.
"Knowing you, I'm pretty sure you wouldnt have."
"Youve only known me for like half a week Frank." Gerard laughs.
"I know enough." I smirk to myself.
"Like what?" He asks, now intrigued in what I have to say.
"Well you have red hair, and you can be sassy sometimes." I begin.
"Don't just state the obvious darling." he retorts with a hand wave.
"That's about it."
"You know nothing about me." He says, getting up from the chair he was in.
"Then why don't I find some more out?" I ask curiously.
"Alright then." He agrees. "I'll tell you more as we walk down to the neurology wing."
I nod and get dressed. I follow Gerard out of his room and back into the main corridors of the hospital.
"So what's your favorite color?"
"Either black or red."
"I can tell," I say, flicking my eyes up to his hair and then back down at my feet.
"What about you?"
"Same."
"Cool."
After that the conversation quickly becomes stale, and gerard and I find our way to the neurology wing. Gerard is about to drop me off but I stop him.
"Please don't go." I beg.
He stares at me for a whil before sighing.
"The things I do for you kid."
I smile gratefully at him as we enter the area.
Eventually my name is called and the doctors ask me the normal questions but I start to quiver as we get into more personal ones ,like suicidal thoughts or actions.
"Uh yeah." I mumble when he asks if I've had any recently.
"Have they stopped?" Dr. Gontier asks.
"Yes, for the most part."
"What do you mean for the most part?"
"They come and go..." I twist my feet nervously.
"When do they go away?"
"When I'm around someone."
"Who is this someone?"
"Nobody." I snap, as I realize the person I'm referring to is Gerard.
He's my medication, better than all the drugs I could ever ingest. Powerful than all the pain killers, he's my antidote, my everything.
I snap myself out of it to try and realize or analyze my thoughts.
Do I like him?
Of course.
Is it more than that?
No, I argue with myself. ... Alright... it is.
I just don't want anyone finding out, especially Gerard.
Maybe Skyes could find out...
No, Nobody can know, it's my secret obsession.
"Frankie?" Gontier says snapping his fingers at me.
"Yea?" I say breaking away from my thoughts.
"You can go now."
I hop off the bed and walk back into the lobby expecting to see Gerard's brightly dyed head, he's no where to be seen.
"Hey." he says from behind, causing me to shoot up 5 feet into the air. He giggles at his own shenanigan.
I frown at him and try to recover, but I can't. I feel vulnerable, as If I've told someone a secret, but in reality the only secret Ive told is to myself.
"Everything okay?" He asks concerned.
"I'm fine," I say as I brush off his hand from my shoulder.
"Have I done something wrong?"
"Yes." I grunt.
"What did I do?" he asks innocently, his hazel eyes full of hurt.
"Just leave me alone!" I say and run down the hallway fighting back tears. What hurts the most is that he doesnt even run after me, he just lets me go.
Like everyone else, nobody cares about me. By the time I get to my room I have 2 miniature waterfalls flowing down my cheeks.
I run into my room and throw my face into the pillow, sobbing until I hear a voice at the door.
"Frank?"

Notes

sorry if this chapter seems weird I kind of threw a jumble of ideas together and this was the result

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