Hell or High Water

Frank sighed as he followed Mikey down to the lower levels. “So… We’re going to Gerard’s old room then?”
“Yep. Aanndd actually, here we are.” Frank looked up at the red upside down cross and frowned.
“Well let’s see what Gerard was writing about.” Frank mumbled and pushed the door open. Both Mikey and Frank’s eyes widened at the sight before them. There were claw marks on the wall, large and small. Dry blood was splattered everywhere in the room, black blood and regular.
“Oh.. My god…” Mikey mumbled. Frank walked around the room, hesitantly touching the walls. Flakes of dry blood came off. Frank turned to where Mikey was just standing, but Mikey wasn't there . Frank was a little confused at first, but then he heard footsteps heading further away, down the hall. Frank peered out into the hall and he saw Mikey’s back to him, and running down the hallway. Frank chased after him, following him back up the stairs to Gerard’s room. Once he got into the room Frank slid across the floor. Frank got up and ran to Mikey and Gerard. He sat down next to Gerard and looked over his wounds.
“Mikey, go get the first aid!” Frank yelled, applying pressure to Gerard’s wounds. Frank locked eyes with Gerard and bit his lip. Gerard started moving his lips and took a deep breath before closing his eyes. Frank tapped his cheek. “Come on, Gerard. Stay awake!” Mikey ran back in with Alex.
“Frank, carry Gerard to the infirmary, Alex here, will show you the way.” Mike said pointing towards Alex. Frank nodded and gently picked Gerard up. ‘Wow. he’s pretty light.’ Frank thought.
“What about you?”
“I have a mess to clean up.” Mikey sighed. “And make sure not to agitate any of his wounds.”
“I know, this isn’t my first rodeo.” Frank mumbled and followed Alex out of the room.
“So what happened?” Alex asked.
“I don’t know, when I got back in there, Gerard had blood all over him, and telling by the gaping wound in his stomach it’s his.” Frank replied keeping a running pace.
“Well, the only reason I ask is because this isn’t the first time this has happened.” Alex stated pushing the doors open. Frank ran inside and laid Gerard down on a small cot in the middle of the room.
“What do you mean?” Frank asked, scrambling around looking for all the things needed.
“Well, Gerard makes a habit of hurting himself.” Alex said, leaning against the wall.
“Alex, that is complete BULLSHIT! How in the bloody hell could Gerard even do this type of damage to himself? Last time I checked, it would either take some sharp nails or a scalpel to get these types of injuries. AND WHY AREN’T YOU HELPING!?” Frank yelled.
“The last time this happened those wounds closed up by themselves! How am I supposed to explain that?”
“Wait, what? That’s impossible….” Frank trailed off watching as the wounds that covered Gerard seeped black blood. The wounds stitched themselves back together and the blood crawled back in. “Okay that’s some freaky shit.” Frank mumbled and walked over to Gerard. He slowly bent down and poked Gerard’s cheek.
“Yeah, it is. He won’t wake up for awhile, so please either go to the piano room or back to your room, I’ll come get you when he wakes up.”
“Right…” Frank mumbled, sparing Gerard one last glance before heading back to his room.

Frank walked into his room with a loud sigh. Mikey was gone but a note was left on Frank’s bed. Frank grabbed it and sat down.
‘When Gerard wakes up he will have slight amnesia but don’t let him remember what happened, it won’t end well for any of us. Take him to the garden and whatever you do, DO NOT GO THROUGH GERARD’S DRAWERS!’
“Well, jeez. Now I want to..” Frank grumbled and tossed the note aside. Frank looked over at the small table by Gerard’s bed and rolled his eyes. He laid down and tried to get back to sleep but every time he closed his eyes images of Gerard healing filled his head. “How in the fuck does that work?” Frank mumbled and sighed, rolling over. The door swung open and a dark figure walked in. Frank scrambled up and grabbed anything for protection.
“Did you look?”
“Jesus fucking Christ Mikey! Why don’t you let me know it’s you before you become a creepy monster thing!” Frank yelled, freaked out. Mikey rolled his eyes and turned the light on. Frank hissed and covered his eyes.
“Answer my question please.” Mikey sighed.
“No, I did not go through that stupid drawer! And it’s bugging me!” Frank complained.
“Good.” Mikey mumbled and sat down beside Frank.
“What’s in it?” Frank asked hoping to get some sort of answer.
“Nothing you need to know about, well that’s unless Gerard shows you anyway but I highly doubt he ever will.” Mikey chuckled lightly. “Speaking of, what happened when you got to the infirmary?” Mikey asked.
“Some creepy shit but that was about it.” Frank mumbled, leaning back. Mikey glanced back at him and rolled his eyes.
“Can you give me some details?”
“Nope. Go ask Alex for some, I’m sure he’ll tell you.” Frank yawned.
“Don’t go to sleep yet Frank, I need to ask you one last question.”
“Shoot.” Frank sighed.
“If you were to remember something important, what would it be?” Mikey asked getting up.
“What kind of question is that? My childhood I guess. Why?” Frank chuckled and scratched his head.
“I just wanted to know. Gerard said the same thing.” Mikey muttered as he walked out of the room. Frank blinked and shook his head.
“Weird.” He mumbled and went back to bed.

Notes

Sorry guys, it's short I know but I managed to get myself grounded for two weeks so...yeah, it sucks balls