Hell or High Water

Frank shivered and rolled over, opening his eyes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Frank got up and walked over to Gerard. He grabbed Gerard’s limp hand and was overwhelmed with a rush of guilt and sorrow. Leaned down and kissed Gerard’s head.
“I’m so sorry..” Frank sobbed, nuzzling Gerard’s neck. Frank reached down and grabbed the box from under the couch. Frank opened it and grabbed one of the white orbs. He pressed into Gerard’s head and closed the box. "Please wake up...I need your love like boy needs his mother's side." Frank pleaded. At that moment Pete and Mikey walked in.
“Morning Frank! How are you?” Pete asked cheerfully.
“Fine.” Frank snapped, sitting down beside Gerard. Pete and Mikey shared a glance.
“Okay. Have you taken your pills yet?”
“No and I don’t plan on it. I’m not depressed and there’s nothing wrong with me.” Frank grumbled. Pete sighed and walked over to Gerard. Mikey sat down on the couch and crossed his legs. Pete checked Gerard’s IVs and frowned.
“Frank did you lower Gerard’s morphine intake?” Pete asked looking up at Frank.
“No, I don’t even know how to work that thing.” Frank muttered. “Can I smoke?”
“No Frank. At least not in the hospital.” Mikey said, rolling his eyes. Pete fixed Gerard’s morphine dosage and crossed his arms.
“This is tragic with a capital T.” Mikey sighed. “Pete can you do me a favor and go get us some coffee. I need to have a word with Frank.”
“Alright.” Pete nodded and walked out.
“Frank. What memory did you give Gerard?” Mikey asked, getting up.
“Uh the white one? I don’t know they’re all white.” Frank grumbled.
“No. They all have different colors. Oh wait...you aren’t a reaper so you can’t see the difference.” Mikey sighed. Mikey walked over to Gerard and placed his hand on Gerard’s forehead.
“You gave him the memory of our mother dying. You remember don’t you?” Mikey sighed for the umpteenth time that morning. Frank frowned and shook his head.
“No?”
“Think about Gerard’s tenth birthday. It was after you had gotten out of the hospital. You were begging your mother to let you see Gerard for his birthday-”
“Yeah, yeah I remember!” Frank flailed his arms around. One image stuck in his head and it was all the blood, crushed bones and internal organs. Frank jumped up and ran to the trash can, throwing up yesterday’s lunch. Mikey got a bottle of water and handed it to him. Frank chugged it down and shakily wiped his mouth.
“I can see that.” Mikey mused.
“Why’d you have to remind me?" Frank groaned.
"Why not? Besides you made my brother remember it." Mikey snapped.
"I didn't know!" Frank yelled. Mikey glared and walked over to Gerard.
“Whatever Frank. Get up and over here, Gerard needs another memory. This time a little more...viewer friendly.” Mikey grumbled picking up the box and handing it to Frank.
“Right.” Frank sighed and opened the box back up. He grabbed another orb and passed the box back to Mikey. Frank pressed the orb into Gerard’s head and leaned back, a sudden rush of pain washing over him. “FUCK!” Frank clutched his head and dropped to his knees. Mikey sighed and sat the box aside. He crouched and grabbed Frank’s head.
“Great. You’ve absorbed part of his memory. It’ll pass soon and there’s nothing I can do to ease the pain so relax.” Mikey advised, picking Frank up and laying him on the couch. Frank curled into himself and tried waiting out the pain. Blood started running out of his ears and nose, slowly the pain started to ebb away. But a wave of tiredness came over him quickly putting him to sleep.

Notes

*Cough Cough* Short as fuck *Cough*