Frank shot up from the couch like a jack-in-the-box. His face was pale and his hair was sticking to his forehead. The loud bangs coming from outside his room scared the living shit out of him he could barely stop shaking. Frank shifted on the couch cushion trying to get himself together. There were wet spots on the couch and Frank's clothes from his sweat and tears. He had such a horrific dream. He hoped he never had a dream like that again. Frank shuttered at the thought.

After a while Frank got up from the couch and walked over to Gerard. The noise and yelling from what sounded like the neighboring room still continued giving Frank a slight headache. He mentally noted to immediately check on what that racket was after he was done talking to Gerard. Frank liked talking to Gerard even thought he was still in a coma. Frank liked curling up next to him while twirling his hair between his thumb and index finger as he rambled on about random topics on his mind. He hoped that some how Gerard heard him and new he was okay. Gerard laid there peacefully as Frank brushed the raven black hair off his face. He looked so content, so innocent. Frank couldn't help but feel envious over the state Gerard was in. Yeah, I know, Frank was thinking selfishly but who wouldn't be if they were in this position. Frank wasn't envious over the fact Gerard was unconscious but because he couldn't be there with him. Frank wanted to be able to cuddle and kiss Gerard again. Frank felt broken without Gerard by his side. Gerard was in ignorant bliss, not knowing what the future held for him after he wakes up. Frank was worried for Gerard; if anything happened to him Frank would never be able to handle it. Everything depended on Gerard. He had full control over Frank's mental and physical health. Gerard had the power to wreck Frank in a second just by the flick of the wrist. This scared Frank more than anything. Gerard was his other half. Frank could barely function while Gerard was unconscious, if Gerard didn't make it then Frank wouldn't hesitate to cut his life short also. He would've done it sooner but then Gerard came into his life and he could never do that to him. Gerard needed Frank and Frank especially needed Gerard. Frank needed him so much that it was unhealthy. Gerard was like a drug and Frank was an addict. He was so addicted to Gerard that his life depended on him. The scariest part was that he never felt such a strong feeling like this before and it made his chest hurt when he thought too long about it. The emotion was so toxic and corrupted that in a way it was oddly romantic to Frank. It felt as if Gerard had the password to all of Frank's thoughts and emotions but chose to never take advantage of it. He probably didn't even realize how much power he has over Frank and Frank wasn't sure if he wanted him know.

Frank signed and got up from next to the hospital bed. He bent down and kissed Gerard's forehead before leaving the room to finally check on that commotion going on next door. When he began to walk closer to the source of the noise, he was able to hear the yelling more clearly.

"TAKE THAT BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

He could vaguely recognize who's voice it was since the walls were pretty sound proof. As he was almost there Frank was confronted b several nurses and doctors that were obviously scared shitless by what was going on. Many of them told him to stay away from there but he didn't care, he wanted to know what the hell was going on. When Frank finally reached the room the voices were more recognizable.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" shouted a familiar voice which was followed by a loud thud.Frank knew who it was right away after that but that didn't stop him from hesitating. He was scared to go in there but knew he had to. Why did he have to be the one to man up, dammit.

Frank slowly opened the door revealing a rabid looking Mikey punching a bloody, screaming Brendon while a bloody nosed Ryan laid unconscious in the corner. (A/N wow that was a hell of a sentence jfc) Frank noticed that Mikey was in his reaper form which made this situation a hell of a lot scarier than he thought it was going to be.
Mikey repeatedly punched Brendon while he grunted insults and clawed his face in an attempt of making Mikey let go. Frank grabbed Mikey by the waist and struggled as he tried to pry him off of Brendon who was barely recognizable at this point. Brendon stopped struggling at this point. Frank kept screaming at Mikey to stop but wouldn't prevail. He didn't want it to come to this but Frank had no choice; he needed something heavy. Frank grabbed the crystal lead vase off the coffee table and hoisted it into the air, almost dropping it on his foot in the process. Frank raised the vase over Mikey's head and squeezed his eyes shut as he let go.

Glass shattered all over the floor as silence filled the room. By now Brendon was fading in and out of conscious . Mikey stayed there hovering over Brendon leaving Frank about to shit himself. Fuck, he was terrific over what Mikey might do and he didn't want to find out anytime soon. After what felt like years, Mikey slowly stood up from his spot over Brendon. He sauntered over to Frank with the scariest look in his eye. When he was close enough he finally said something but not what Frank expected.

"WHAT THE FUCK, FRANK! THAT FUCKING HURT!!"

Frank suddenly released a breathe that he didn't notice he was holding in. He literally thought that he was going to die but still felt silly for thinking so. It sounded pretty ridiculous when you thought about it which made Frank feel stupider. But still, there was one question that needed to be answered: why the fuck was Mikey about to commit murder and possibly homicide since Ryan we still there.

"Hey Mikey uh I'm sorry for hitting you-"

"With the heaviest thing in the fucking room by the way."

"Yeah uh sorry about that but um why were you beating the living shit out of Brendon and knocked out Ryan?"

He stood there silently for a minute before speaking.

"Ryan was saying a few things i didn't need to hear."

"Can you elaborate on that, please." Frank was beginning to get impatient with the vague response he was getting.

"He was talking about Pete, alright. I got pissed and knocked him out and then Brendon and I got into a fight, okay." he snapped at Frank. Mikey didn't want to talk about the things Ryan said. They were awful and untrue, they just had to be. Frank must've gotten the memo since he didn't put the topic any further instead he picked Ryan off the floor and sat him up on the couch. Then he went over to Brendon, picked him up, and laid him on the bed. Even though Frank didn't exactly like these jerks he knew they may come in handy so he might as well let them get some rest. Frank went over to Mikey next and sat him down on a nearby chair. Mikey didn't object so he took it as a queue to continue. Frank went into the bathroom and grabbed a wet cloth and health kit. He sat the items on the coffee table and go to work on cleaning Mikey's bruised face. By now Mikey had turned back into his human form where the bruises and cut were more noticeable. Frank continued to clean the cuts and blood causing Mikey to wince every time the the now red cloth touched his skin. After Frank finished his little procedure, he then began to stitch up the two huge cuts on Mikey's cheek and forehead. Brendon sure did do a number on him. When the last cut was finally stitched, Frank put a few band-aids on Mikey's face and concluded his work with a "Done!". He went back to the bathroom and washed his hands.

"Hey Mikey, what time is it?"

"You've been in here for about an hour and a half so it's 2:30."

"Okay, well we should probably go check on Gerard then."

Mikey responded with a light head nod as both he and Frank walked down out the door and down the hall in the direction of Gerard's room. Mikey stopped halfway and told Frank he was going to go get some coffee for the both of them. Frank nodded and continued on his way until he reached the correct door.

Frank felt an unsettling feeling in his stomach but chose to ignore it and check on Gerard. He opened the door and couldn't move when he looked up. There in front of Frank was a huge black figure that was towering over Gerard's bed. Before Frank could scream he fell to the ground and blacked out.

Notes

okay im sorry i havent updated its just that theres been a lot going on so im really sorry okay
i like had the chapter typed and shit but it didnt save and its just really bad so i hope you enjoyed this
title by The Breeders

-xo fangoria